"These big deals in
commodities which have to be delivered on a certain date always seem to
me a little out of the sphere of legitimate gambling."
"At the same time," Wingate remarked, "the price of wheat to-day is
scandalous. If the B. & I. forced it up any higher, I should think that
the Government must intervene."
"I shouldn't reckon upon it."
"Naturally! I shouldn't enter into a gamble, taking that as a certainty.
At the same time, I want to view the matter in all its bearings. I can't
conceive any private firm being allowed to boost up the price of wheat to
such an extent for purposes of speculation."
"It would be devilish difficult," Kendrick pointed out, "to trace the
whole thing to the B. & I."
Wingate took a cigarette from the open box upon the office table, lit it
and smoked for a moment thoughtfully.
"Kendrick," he said, "I am a good friend and a good enemy; Peter Phipps
is my enemy. We should probably shake hands if we met, we might even sit
down at the same table, but we know the truth. Each of us in his heart
desires nothing in the world so much as the ruin of the other."
"What was the start of this feeling?" Kendrick asked.
"A woman," Wingate replied shortly, "and that's all there is to be said
about it, Kendrick. I shall hate Peter Phipps as long as I live, for the
sake of the girl he ruined, and he will hate me because of the thrashing
I gave him.
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