THE MILLIONAIRE

21.

My name is George Stockwell. I was, until his death, private secretary to the fabulously wealthy Mr. Anthony Wallace Warden. It was a hobby and game of his to suddenly, without reason, bestow a million dollars upon someone that suited his purpose at that moment, merely to see what effect it would have upon that person's life. From time to time, he would summon me and hand me an envelope to be given to the one he selected. I never knew how he selected these people, but I do know that he kept a close check on them after they received a Certified Cheek for One Million Dollars.

One day, Mr. Warden called me to his study and handed me an envelope, saying, "George, here is our next 'Millionaire'. I want to see if having money will really solve his problems he thinks it will".

I took the envelope and glanced at the name. It was add- ressed to a Mr. Walter Lawrence. I drove to the address. I building and went up several flights of stairs. No one answered my knoek, so I left and drove back to the home of Mr. Warden.

entered an apt.

After I had gotten all my other jobs done for Mr. Warden, I went back to the apt. house that I had visited earlier that day. There was a light shining through the crack under the door. I knocked and the door opened. There was a Lady that looked to be about 25 or 30 years old that opened the door. I asked to speak to Mr. Walter Lawrenee.

"I'm very sorry, but he is not here right now. Could I take a message for him?", she asked me.

"No, thank you", I said,

and no one will do but him".

"This is very personal business

"He will be here tomorrow night, if you would care to back about 7:30. I am his Sister and we live together here until I can get my own place."

The next night, I returned and Mr. Walter Lawrence an- swered my knock. I explained the purpose of my visit, the con-