“Hi, Gallegher,” Arnie said, looking up at the tele-plate over his desk. “What’s up?”
“I am. At the end of a rope. Listen, did I buy some stock lately?”
“Sure. In Devices—DU.”
“Then I want to sell it. I need the dough, quick.”
“Wait a minute.” Arnie pressed buttons. Current quotations were flashing across his wall, Gallegher knew.
“Well?”
“No soap. The bottom’s dropped out. Four asked, nothing bid.”
“What did I buy at?”
“Twenty.”
Gallegher emitted the howl of a wounded wolf. “ Twenty? And you let me do that?”