Excerpt from A Man's Game New York was sweltering in one of its periodical returns of torrid heat. It was August, and the old Delmonico restaurant in Beaver Street was crowded with business men of all types, taking a partial respite from their labors and adding to their discomfort by eating the far too stimulating food served by, perhaps, the best-known restaurateur of the whole world. Whatever breeze there was, and there was little, entered the large windows filling two sides of the long, triangular room. The noise was deafening; street sounds, the tinkle of glasses, the crash of falling dishes, loud talking, laughter, and the rapid moving of chairs filled the air. It was the epitome of American business life, undaunted as ever by no matter what physical conditions. Even when eating or ordering their luncheons, many men were carrying on business conversations. Clerks rushed in, found their employers' tables, and without ceremony handed them papers or whispered in their ears. In a corner sat a group of middle-aged men, powers in the world of finance. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.