The Great Gray Plague-27

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“DR. WILY IS ON THE phone. He would like to know if you’d mind his coming in this afternoon. Shall I make an appointment or would you rather postpone these interviews for a few days? Dr. Wily would understand, of course.” “Tell him to come on up whenever he’s ready,” said Baker. “I’m not doing much today.” President George H. Wily, Ph. D., D.Sc., of Great Eastern University. Wily was one of his best customers. Baker guessed that he had given Wily somewhere around twelve or thirteen million dollars over the past decade. He didn’t know exactly what Wily had done with all of it, but one didn’t question Great Eastern’s use of its funds. Certainly only the most benevolent use would be made of the money. Baker reflected on his associations with Wily. His satisfaction had been unmeasurable in

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