"No, you wouldn't understand duy of those things. Your damned money is too important" He looked deep into Grants eyes. "All I hope and pray is that the same thing happens io you. And the sooner the better."
He walked out Grant pressed the buzzer. His secretary walked in, a frightened look on his face.
"I was listening at the door, Mr. Grant" he said. "Just in case that-
His voice trailed off as the grey-haired man looked up at him.
Look, Barton," said Grant evenly, want you to continue to pay all the little fellow's bills. See that he has the best of everything. And tell Dr. Manning to continue to say that the insurance company is paying for everything."
His secretary nodded.
"Yes, sir, I'll take care of that, sir."
Grant drummed the desk. Then he sighed heavily.
"All right, Barton." he said.
Tm ready to leave now."
Barton walked forward. He lifted his crippled boss tenderly and carried him to the wheel-chair in the next
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