Tutt and Mr. Tutt
noon. You said one of them had been dealt in on the curb? You astonish me!"
"It's got a funny name," she answered. "It almost sounds as if they meant it for a joke—Horse's Neck Extension."
"I guess they meant it for a joke all right—on the public," chuckled her employer. "How many shares are there?"
"A hundred thousand," she answered.
"Jumping Jehoshaphat!" ejaculated Mr. Tutt. "How on earth did old Doc manage to get hold of them?"
"It sold for only ten cents a share!" replied Miss Wiggin. "That would mean ten thousand dollars"
"If Doc paid for it," supplemented Mr. Tutt. "Which he probably didn't. What's it selling for now?"
"It isn't selling at all."
Mr. Tutt pressed the button that summoned Willie.
"When you haven't anything better to do," he said to her, "why don't you go round and see what has become of—of—Horse's Neck Extension?"
"I will," assented Miss Wiggin. "It makes me feel rich just to talk about such things. I just love it."
"Many a slick crook has taken advantage of
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