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I sympathized with him. I have suffered from advice myself. I have
a friend, a City man, whom I meet occasionally. One of his most
ardent passions in life is to make my fortune. He button-holes me
in Threadneedle Street. "The very man I wanted to see," he says;
"I'm going to let you in for a good thing. We are getting up a
little syndicate." He is for ever "getting up" a little syndicate,
and for every hundred pounds you put into it you take a thousand
out. Had I gone into all his little syndicates, I could have been
worth at the present moment, I reckon, two million five hundred
thousand pounds. But I have not gone into all his little
syndicates. I went into one, years ago, when I was younger. I am
still in it; my friend is confident that my holding, later on, will
yield me thousands. Being, however, hard-up for ready money, I am
willing to part with my share to any deserving person at a genuine
reduction, upon a cash basis. Another friend of mine knows another
man who is "in the know" as regards racing matters. I suppose most
people possess a friend of this type. He is generally very popular
just before a race, and extremely unpopular immediately afterwards.
A third benefactor of mine is an enthusiast upon the subject of
diet.
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