The corner complete, Mr.Bayard with a breath could put Northern Consolidated to fifty, to one hundred, to five hundred, to one thousand! The measure of his triumph would be the measure of the mercy of Mr.Bayard._Vae Victis!_ Our Brennus of the Stocks might demand from the members of the vanquished pool their final shilling.

He might strip them as he was stripped those thirty years before, and turn them forth naked.

For thus read the iron statutes of the Stock Exchange where quarter is unknown.
It was Mr.Bayard who caused Northern Consolidated to climb, squirrel-wise, to forty-three as the market closed on Friday, and later to fifty-eight.

It had the effect desired; there came the call for margins.

Storri, who had put his last dollar to the hazard, went down, exhausted, destroyed, and under foot, and, as parcel of the spoils of that Russian's overthrow, those French shares were sent to Mr.Bayard.
Within ten minutes after he received them they were on their way to Richard, with a letter telling how complete had been the osprey pool's defeat.