He calmly lighted a cigarette, and with an assured air of wisdom told them to wait a little while and see.
"She's already falling off," said some one at the ticker.
When Brewster's bewildered eyes raced over the figures the stock was quoted at 112.

His sigh of relief was heard but misunderstood.

He might be saved after all.

The stock had started to go down and there seemed no reason why it should stop.

As he intended to purchase no more it was fair to assume that the backbone was at the breaking point.