He scarcely understood this move.
"Did he give any reason ?" Cathcart smoked for a moment in silence.

After all though a disclosure would be unpleasant, it was inevitable and as well now as any time.

"I think," Cathcart said, "that he has gone to try and sell his shares in the Bekwando concessions." "Gone--to--sell--his--shares!" Trent repeated slowly.

"You mean to say that he has gone straight from here to put a hundred thousand Bekwando shares upon the market ?" Cathcart nodded.
He said so! "And why?
Did he tell you that ?" "He has come to the conclusion," Cathcart said, "that the scheme is impracticable altogether and the concessions worthless.

He is going to get what he can for his shares while he has the chance." Trent drained his tumbler and lit a cigar.