When Dearborn came back from London he found Antony working like mad.
Dearborn threw his suit-case down in the corner, his hat on top of it, and extended his hands.
"Empty-handed, Tony!"
But Fairfax, as he scanned his friend's face, saw no expression of defeat there.
"Which means you left your play in London, Bob."
"Tony," said Dearborn, linking his arm in Fairfax's and marching him up and down the studio, "we are going to be very rich."
"Only that," said Tony shortly.
"This is the beginning of fame and fortune, old man!"