had, those brown things—silver photographs—still showing him as he lay, a gross and a half years ago—a gross and a half of years.”
“Set on a playful woman, poor soul,” said Graham softly to himself, and then
aloud, “Yes—well go on.”
“You must know he had a cousin named Warming, a solitary man without
children, who made a big fortune speculating in roads—the first Eadhamite roads. But surely you’ve heard? No? Why? He bought all the patent rights and
made a big company. In those days there were grosses of grosses of separate businesses and business companies. Grosses of grosses! His roads killed the railroads—the old things—in two dozen years; he bought up and Eadhamited the
tracks. And because he didn’t want to break up his great property or let in shareholders, he left it all to the
