They don't know my signature; and no one will think of questioning it, coming through your hands." There was no other way; thereupon Mr.Harley, in a ferment with tumbling prices, picked up a pen, and, with the best intentions in life, forged Storri's name.

Then he hurried to the broker's and got up the margins.
It was not a squall, it was a storm, and sugar was broken off at the roots, falling twenty points.

Storri, on his private deal, made two hundred thousand, while Messrs.

Harley and Storri, on their joint account, lost forty thousand dollars--twenty thousand for each.

In the clean-up, Storri paid his losses and got back his French shares.