It was a busy day in the Street and values were going up by leaps and bounds.

The broker was not in a good humor; many of his customers were short of the market.
He followed Jack into his private office and faced him.
"Funeral's at one o'clock Sunday, I see," he said in a sharp voice, as if he resented the incident.

"Your aunt and I will be out on the noon train.

She got back this morning, pretty well bunged up.

Killed himself, didn't he ?" "That is not the doctor's opinion, sir, and he was with him when he died." "Well, it looks that way to me.