The Twister by Edgar Wallace

URSULA FRENSHAM sat like one in a dream. Her fortune was, then, a reality! She looked at Tony's letter again: ".If you will be advised by me, you will not sell a share, If Colburn's friends are right, they will be worth an enormous sum; if they are mistaken, it would be wrong to 'unload.' The only person who can be hurt if the story of the new gushers is unfounded is me, for I have been the chief and, I think, the only buyer. I got into the market and cleared off all that floated before some of my friends in the City were awake."

There were others who did not exercise the patience which Tony advised. A certain detective inspector of Scotland Yard, who had purchased a thousand, rang up his mentor three times in one morning, and finished up by coming in on Tony when he was eating his frugal lunch. "It's the first time I've bought stocks and shares," he said plaintively, "and it's worrying me to death, Mr. Braid. Every time I look at the newspaper I get a feeling that I'm ruined. I'm beginning to understand why stockbrokers are not respectable. If anything will drive a man to crime, it's the market!"