It's been the best few months of my life,"
Mr. Waddington continued, "by a long way, but I'm getting scared, and
that's a fact."
"How many beans have you left?" Burton inquired.
"Four," Mr. Waddington replied. "What I shall do when they've gone I
can't imagine."
Burton held his head for a moment a little wearily.
"There are times," he confessed, "especially when one's sort of between
the two things like this, when I can't see my way ahead at all. Do you
know that last night the man with whom I have been staying--a man of
education too, who has been a professor at Oxford University,--and
another, a more commercial sort of Johnny, offered me a third
partnership in a great enterprise for putting on the market a new mental
health-food, if I would give them one of the beans for analysis. They
were convinced that we should make millions."
Mr. Waddington was evidently struck with the idea.
"It's a great scheme," he said hesitatingly. "I suppose last night it
occurred to you that it was just a trifle--eh?--just a trifle vulgar?"
he asked tentatively.
Burton assented gloomily.
"Last night," he declared, "it seemed to me like a crime. It made me
shiver all over while they talked of it.
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