85.5 points, 85.2 points, 84.9 points...
On the bulletin board, the staff in charge of holding the chalk could hardly keep up with the rapid decline of the public bonds. He had just written a new number, and before he could catch his breath, a new quote forced him to hastily erase the previous price and replace it with a lower one.
The entire stock exchange was filled with despair, although the gentlemen here were mostly healthy and well-dressed.
They felt as if the ones clashing with the rioting crowd in Greenwich were not the Scotland Yard police and the Royal Horse Artillery guarding Woolwich Arsenal, but them, the stockbrokers.
This was not the London Stock Exchange, but rather Hell on Earth.
