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"
Eighteen
dollars
,
"
suggested
a
trader
standing
near
the
door
,
more
to
start
the
bidding
than
anything
else
.
Frank
paused
.
"
Twenty-two
!
"
called
another
.
"
Thirty
!
"
a
third
.
"
Thirty-five
!
"
a
fourth
,
and
so
up
to
seventy-five
,
less
than
half
of
what
it
was
worth
.
"
I
'm
bid
seventy-five
!
I
'm
bid
seventy-five
!
"
called
the
auctioneer
,
loudly
.
"
Any
other
offers
?
Going
once
at
seventy-five
;
am
I
offered
eighty
?
Going
twice
at
seventy-five
,
and
"
--
he
paused
,
one
hand
raised
dramatically
.
Then
he
brought
it
down
with
a
slap
in
the
palm
of
the
other
--
"
sold
to
Mr.
Silas
Gregory
for
seventy-five
.
Make
a
note
of
that
,
Jerry
,
"
he
called
to
his
red-haired
,
freckle-faced
clerk
beside
him
.
Then
he
turned
to
another
lot
of
grocery
staples
--
this
time
starch
,
eleven
barrels
of
it
.
Young
Cowperwood
was
making
a
rapid
calculation
.
If
,
as
the
auctioneer
said
,
coffee
was
worth
seven
dollars
and
thirty-two
cents
a
bag
in
the
open
market
,
and
this
buyer
was
getting
this
coffee
for
seventy-five
dollars
,
he
was
making
then
and
there
eighty-six
dollars
and
four
cents
,
to
say
nothing
of
what
his
profit
would
be
if
he
sold
it
at
retail
.
As
he
recalled
,
his
mother
was
paying
twenty-eight
cents
a
pound
.
He
drew
nearer
,
his
books
tucked
under
his
arm
,
and
watched
these
operations
closely
.
The
starch
,
as
he
soon
heard
,
was
valued
at
ten
dollars
a
barrel
,
and
it
only
brought
six
.
Some
kegs
of
vinegar
were
knocked
down
at
one-third
their
value
,
and
so
on
.
He
began
to
wish
he
could
bid
;
but
he
had
no
money
,
just
a
little
pocket
change
.
The
auctioneer
noticed
him
standing
almost
directly
under
his
nose
,
and
was
impressed
with
the
stolidity
--
solidity
--
of
the
boy
's
expression
.
"
I
am
going
to
offer
you
now
a
fine
lot
of
Castile
soap
--
seven
cases
,
no
less
--
which
,
as
you
know
,
if
you
know
anything
about
soap
,
is
now
selling
at
fourteen
cents
a
bar
.
This
soap
is
worth
anywhere
at
this
moment
eleven
dollars
and
seventy-five
cents
a
case
.
What
am
I
bid
?
What
am
I
bid
?
What
am
I
bid
?
"
He
was
talking
fast
in
the
usual
style
of
auctioneers
,
with
much
unnecessary
emphasis
;
but
Cowperwood
was
not
unduly
impressed
.
He
was
already
rapidly
calculating
for
himself
.
Seven
cases
at
eleven
dollars
and
seventy-five
cents
would
be
worth
just
eighty-two
dollars
and
twenty-five
cents
;
and
if
it
went
at
half
--
if
it
went
at
half
--
"
Twelve
dollars
,
"
commented
one
bidder
.
"
Fifteen
,
"
bid
another
.
"
Twenty
,
"
called
a
third
.
