"If he is in any way disposed to be a seller, we are buyers of wheat for autumn delivery at market price, perhaps even a shade over." "Any quantity ?" Kendrick enquired.
"A hundred thousand--anything up to a million bushels, if Mr.Wingate feels like coming in big.

Anyway, we're ready to talk business.

Will you put it up to your client ?" "I will." "Shall you be seeing him soon ?" "This morning, probably." "Thought you might," the voice at the other end of the telephone observed, "as I saw him step into your office half an hour ago.

Give him my compliments and say I hope we may make a deal together." "Certainly," Kendrick promised.

"Good morning." The two men laid down their receivers.