He was a tall young man, built like a greyhound, with a small, pointed head, a long waist, and a very long throat, from which, however, the strongest, loudest voice could issue when he so desired.

This was his priceless asset.

He was the board member, and generally admitted to be an excellent broker.

It always seemed to Pete that he was a broker exactly as a beaver is a dam-builder, because nature had adapted him to that task.

But outside of this one instinctive capacity he had no sense whatsoever.