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"
More
valuable
than
any
estimate
I
could
give
you
.
"
"
It
’
s
strange
,
because
,
you
see
,
I
thought
of
it
once
,
some
years
after
we
’
d
left
Wisconsin
,
and
I
asked
my
husband
what
had
become
of
that
invention
he
’
d
said
was
so
great
,
what
would
be
done
with
it
.
He
looked
at
me
very
oddly
and
answered
,
‘
Nothing
.
’
"
"
Why
?
"
"
He
wouldn
’
t
tell
me
.
"
"
Can
you
remember
anyone
at
all
who
worked
at
Twentieth
Century
?
Anyone
who
knew
that
young
engineer
?
Any
friend
of
his
?
"
"
No
,
I
.
.
.
Wait
!
Wait
,
I
think
I
can
give
you
a
lead
.
I
can
tell
you
where
to
find
one
friend
of
his
.
I
don
’
t
even
know
that
friend
’
s
name
,
either
,
but
I
know
his
address
.
It
’
s
an
odd
story
.
I
’
d
better
explain
how
it
happened
.
One
evening
—
about
two
years
after
we
’
d
come
here
—
my
husband
was
going
out
and
I
needed
our
car
that
night
,
so
he
asked
me
to
pick
him
up
after
dinner
at
the
restaurant
of
the
railroad
station
.
He
did
not
tell
me
with
whom
he
was
having
dinner
.
When
I
drove
up
to
the
station
,
I
saw
him
standing
outside
the
restaurant
with
two
men
.
One
of
them
was
young
and
tall
.
The
other
was
elderly
;
he
looked
very
distinguished
.
I
would
still
recognize
those
men
anywhere
;
they
had
the
kind
of
faces
one
doesn
’
t
forget
.
My
husband
saw
me
and
left
them
.
They
walked
away
toward
the
station
platform
;
there
was
a
train
coming
.
My
husband
pointed
after
the
young
man
and
said
,
‘
Did
you
see
him
?
That
’
s
the
boy
I
told
you
about
.
’
‘
The
one
who
’
s
the
great
maker
of
motors
?
’
‘
The
one
who
was
.
’
"
"
And
he
told
you
nothing
else
?
"
"
Nothing
else
.
This
was
nine
years
ago
.
Last
spring
,
I
went
to
visit
my
brother
who
lives
in
Cheyenne
.
One
afternoon
,
he
took
the
family
out
for
a
long
drive
.
We
went
up
into
pretty
wild
country
,
high
in
the
Rockies
,
and
we
stopped
at
a
roadside
diner
.
There
was
a
distinguished
,
gray
-
haired
man
behind
the
counter
.
I
kept
staring
at
him
while
he
fixed
our
sandwiches
and
coffee
,
because
I
knew
that
I
had
seen
his
face
before
,
but
could
not
remember
where
.
We
drove
on
,
we
were
miles
away
from
the
diner
,
when
I
remembered
.
You
’
d
better
go
there
.
