There's a broker I've known down-town—fellow by the name of Relpin.

You'll have the broker in, and be turned out; that's what'll happen to you.

His broker called for more margin; he could not respond and was sold out.

Your contract is as good only as the reliability of your broker.

Of this amount he had in his possession—in his broker's possession, that is—but two of the eighths.

A broker glanced at the rest of her goods and gave a price for the lot.

Well, now, keep those figures in your head, and keep an eye on the Broker.

"There are some Glasgow and Aberdeen folk who trust me to invest for them," the broker explained.

The Broker lifted his sandy brows in momentary apprehension.

It was the Broker's turn to make a little acknowledging bow.