"be a good fellow. It's only needed for a technical purpose, you know."
"I guess I'll hold on to it," said Bean. "I've been thinking for a long time"
"Last quarter's dividend was 3 per cent.," reminded Markham.
"I know," admitted Bean, "and that's just why. You see I've got an idea"
"As a matter of fact, I think J. B. doesn't exactly approve of his people here in the office speculating. He doesn't consider it . . . well, you know one of you chaps here, if you weren't all loyal, might very often take advantage—you get my point?"
"I guess I won't sell just now," observed Bean.
"I don't understand this at all," said Markham, allowing it to be seen that he was shocked.
Bean wavered, but he was nettled. He was going to lose his job anyway. You might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. To Markham standing there, hurt and displeased, he looked up and announced curtly:
"I can imagine nothing of less consequence!"
He had the felicity to see Markham wince as from an unseen blow. Then Markham walked back to his own room. His tread would have broken ice capable of sustaining a hundred Tullys.
He saw it all now. They were plotting against him. They had learned of his plan to become a director and they were trying to freeze him out. He had never spoken of this plan, but probably they had consulted some good medium who had
