David looked up quickly. "Let's see the plans."
Dick spread them out on the table. David glanced over them hastily.
"You're trying for it with that?"
"Even so." Dick laughed. Dick at that stage of his career laid no claims to genius. "But I know what I'm doing. I've been talking with old man Bixby."
David looked up again.
"Dick, it's fair to tell you that I'm trying for that St. Christopher's job myself."
"Meaning you'd rather not make pretty-pretty pictures for a competitor?"
"No. I mean you'd be wasting your money."
"Why?"
David drew out his original sketch and laid it before Dick.