"Why, you lying old son of a bitch!"
she screamed at him.
"Of course. He wants to start a selling run on Premix," Varcek explained
to her. "He's buying every share he can get his hands on. We all are." He
turned to Rand. "I'd advise you to buy some, if you can find any, Colonel
Rand. In a month or so, it's going to be a really good thing."
"I know about the merger. I am buying," Rand told him. "But are you sure
of what Goode's been doing?"
"Of course," Gladys put in contemptuously. "I always wondered about this
suicide talk; I couldn't see why Humphrey was so perturbed about it.
Anything that lowered the market price of Premix, at this time, would be
to his advantage." She looked at Goode as though he had six legs and a
hard shell. "You know, Humphrey, I can't say I exactly thank you for
this."
"Did you know about it?" Nelda demanded of her husband. "You did! My God,
Fred, you are a filthy specimen!"
"Oh, you know; anything to turn a dishonest dollar," Geraldine piped up.
"Like the late Arnold Rivers's ten-thousand offer. Say! I wonder if that
mightn't be what Rivers died of? Raising the price and leaving Fred out
in the cold!"
Dunmore simply stared at her, making a noise like a chicken choking on
a piece of string.
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