. The Saturday evening post. table. When Darius Cullen gave a dinner—which was not frequently—it meant thatjF\g # something was to be s * j doing in Wall Street. , a i \ Those who were invited were entitled to the understandingthat they were declared in on the thing. It was Starbucksfirst dinner with the Wall Street magician. Everyone else present this night could say the samething. One or two of them had known the man only byreputation—which was not a wide one, not a newspaperreputation. He was one of those men who grow rich andpowerful without gaining great fame or notoriety, or he
. The Saturday evening post. table. When Darius Cullen gave a dinner—which was not frequently—it meant thatjF\g # something was to be s * j doing in Wall Street. , a i \ Those who were invited were entitled to the understandingthat they were declared in on the thing. It was Starbucksfirst dinner with the Wall Street magician. Everyone else present this night could say the samething. One or two of them had known the man only byreputation—which was not a wide one, not a newspaperreputation. He was one of those men who grow rich andpowerful without gaining great fame or notoriety, or he was rich; and he was powerful—extremely so. anything but a deficit after the payment of charges theearnings have been very small. Darius Cullens eyes turned slowly to the man. Does that mean youre not interested, Starbuck? Why—why—no; I was merely asking. Cullen shrugged slightly. Now there are ten brokerage firms represented picked you fellows to get a movement on the pool, you mean? asked No, Quavered the Little Man; Youve Nothing A gainst Me
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