There's the old things they 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 Sleeper, and put it under a Board of Trustees that he had picked and trained.