Manchurian Books

Eh, George? Think of the fun of it--a thing on
the go--a Real Live Thing! Wooshing it up! Making it buzz and spin!
Whoo-oo-oo."--He made alluring expanding circles in the air with his
hand. "Eh?"
His proposal, sinking to confidential undertones again, took more
definite shape. I was to give all my time and energy to developing and
organising. "You shan't write a single advertisement, or give a single
assurance" he declared. "I can do all that." And the telegram was no
flourish; I was to have three hundred a year. Three hundred a year.
("That's nothing," said my uncle, "the thing to freeze on to, when the
time comes, is your tenth of the vendor's share.")
Three hundred a year certain, anyhow! It was an enormous income to me.
For a moment I was altogether staggered. Could there be that much money
in the whole concern? I looked about me at the sumptuous furniture of
Schafer's Hotel. No doubt there were many such incomes.
My head was spinning with unwonted Benedictine and Burgundy.
"Let me go back and look at the game again," I said.


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