“That’s it,” Brainard assented with a laugh.
“It’s a good place to enjoy oneself. What are you going to do?”
Brainard looked quizzically at the ex-reporter. “Get some clothes, first. I need ’em, don’t you think?”
Farson candidly admitted that he did.
“But,” he added, “you don’t seem the sort to blow your money the usual way—chorus-girls, or country places, or yachts, or stock market, or—”
Brainard shook his head vigorously at each item of gratification mentioned.
“What are you going to do with that yellow stream?”
“I have my idea,” Brainard admitted.
“That’s what I want to know.”
“I’ll tell you, and you can make another article about it, if you like.”