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his hand. Pulling out some bills, he said, “As long as you are with me, Ill pay all the way. I have more money than I can spend in seven months. Now, here’s a hundred dollars for you. Take it and don’t give me any apologies. That’s all you’re going to get, anyhow. I could easily give you thirty thousand and have a few thousand left over, but it is going to charity and research, Orfeo. ’'m sure that is where it belongs, and you would do the same. I have the money and the experience, yet I cannot write it down. You are not as well off as Iam, but when you are even cc WW oy 1 ‘ » worse off you will write about me.” It was hard to tell whether Adam coldly knew the future for me, or whether he was hard pressed for time and was doing things at a fast pace. He was sure of himself, and I had to admire his methods. But his abundant means accentuated my scant ones and I found myself imploring, “Adam, I don’t want thirty thousand dollars. Just give me enough to write the material and get it published on my own. I will start Monday morning. I promise you.” “All right,” he agreed, “you will get it. But only after I have told you everything. Then you can remind me of my offer, and ten thousand dollars will be yours.” I was ready now for anything. I felt rich, powerful, warm, and secure. Adam, too, appeared especially exuberant. “Well, shall we go to your place, Orfeo?” Adam asked. “Yes,” I answered. “We have electric lights, water, gas, two radios, and books. Earl has gone to Seattle, but he would be more than happy for us to use his little domicile.” As I finished speaking, a rap sounded from inside the glass door of the cafe. It was Tiny waving a last goodnight to us. We bid him the same, and we looked into the cafe. We saw something odd was happening. All the tables had been cleared except ours, where the third glass still stood in its place. Now. before our eyes, it grew smaller and smaller, until it disappeared completely. Adam and I faced each other without speaking, and nodded in comprehension. Smiling, Adam spoke, half to me and half to himself. 36 SON OF THE SUN “The waitress never brought that glass in the first place