You ought to make ten
times that.' ''
``And what did he answer?'' asked Mildred. ``Nothing?''
``He said: `I make all I want. If I took in more, I'd
be bothered getting rid of it or investing it. I can
always make all I'll want--unless I go crazy. And
what could a crazy man do with money? It doesn't cost
anything to live in a lunatic asylum.' ''
Several items of interest to add to those she had
collected. He could talk brilliantly, but he preferred
silence. He could make himself attractive to women
and to men, but he preferred to be detached. He could
be a great lawyer, but he preferred the quiet of obscurity.
He could be a rich man, but he preferred to be
comparatively poor.
Said Mildred: ``I suppose some woman--some
disappointment in love--has killed ambition, and
everything like that.''
``I don't think so,'' replied Baird. ``The men who
knew him as a boy say he was always as he is now. He
lived in the Arabian desert for two years.''
``Why didn't he stay?'' laughed Mildred.
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