Instead of the way we had planned it together when we were talking
alone with nobody to witness it, Pete signed to me outright for one
dollar all his rights and interests in that new patented process."
Again the madman laughed triumphantly. "Pete never even found out what
he'd done until nearly a year later. And then he wouldn't believe it
until the lawyers made him. He couldn't do anything of course. I had it
sewed up too tight. That process is mine, I tell you--mine by all the
laws in the country. What if I did take advantage of him! That's
business. A man ought to have sense enough to read what he puts his
signature to. You don't catch me trusting anybody far enough to sign
anything he puts before me without reading it. Why--why--what are you
crying for?"
Adam Ward was not mistaken--the Interpreter's eyes were wet with tears.
The sight of the old basket maker's grief sent the insane man off on
another tangent. "Don't you worry about me. Helen and John and their
mother worry a lot about me. They think I'm going to hell."
He sprang to his feet with a hoarse inarticulate cry. "They'll never
get me into hell! God has got to keep His contracts and I've fixed it
all up so He'll have to save me whether He wants to or not.
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