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           Doyouknowwhetherhehadrelatives?"

           "Idon’tthinkso."

           "Anybodywithmoneyhasrelatives."

           "Hehadnomoney."

           "HehadTaylorMeadow,freeandclear."

           "Didhe?Well,ameadowandacellarhole—"

           "Ethan,Itoldyouweplannedanairfieldtoservicethewholedistrict.Themeadowislevel.Ifwecan’tuseit,itwillcostmillionstobulldozerunwaysinthehills.Andnow,evenifhehasnoheirs,itwillhavetogothroughthecourts.Takemonths."

           "Isee."

           Hisirefissured."Iwonderifyoudosee!Withyourgoodintentionsyou’vethrownthethingskyhigh.SometimesIthinkado-gooderisthemostdangerousthingintheworld."

           "Perhapsyou’reright.Ioughttogetbacktothestore."

           "It’syourstore."

           "Itis,isn’tit?Ican’tgetusedtoit.Iforget."

           "Yes,youforget.ThemoneyyougavehimwasMary’smoney.She’llneverseeitnow.Youthrewitaway."

           "DannywasfondofmyMary.Heknewitwashermoney."

           "Fatlotofgoodthatwilldoher."

           "Ithoughthewasmakingajoke.Hegavemethese."Ipulledthetwopiecesofruledpaperfrommyinsidepocket,whereIhadputthem,knowingIwouldhavetodrawthemoutlikethis.

           Mr.Bakerstraightenedthemonhisglass-toppeddesk.Ashereadthemamusclebesidehisrighteartwitchedsothathisearbobbed.Hiseyeswentbackoverthem,thistimelookingforahole.

           Whenthesonofabitchlookedatmetherewasfearinhim.Hesawsomeonehehadn’tknownexisted.Ittookhimamomenttoadjusttothestranger,buthewasgood.