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FATE WEAVES A WEB
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"If he knew so little about the disease, how did he know he was in for it?" I asked.

Sanders said: "Alleppo!"

"He must be good!" I conceded. "With the race meet starting next week, I'd like to meet him. How much does he charge for the names of a few winners?"

"He charges one thousand dollars a question."

I whistled.

"And limits you to three serious or useful questions. Stock-market tips and race winners are out. He has scruples against telling people how to get money without earning it. He says that if he abused his power it would be taken from him."

"Joking aside, though," I said, "I'd like to ask him a serious question if you could put me in touch with him."

Sanders eyed me thoughtfully. "What question?" he asked.

From anyone else, that might have seemed impertinent, but he and I were bosom pals through school, college, and the Big Scrap. I hung out my shingle as a lawyer the same week he inherited a big building and contracting business from his father. We golfed, fished, hunted, attended the races, and spent our

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