“Yes—I've been East.”
“I'm glad of it. You deserve it. Now I want you to tell me all about things.”
Halloran hesitated, looking at the white, wrinkled face and wondering if there was yet strength behind it to go into the details of the business. “It's a good deal of a story.”
“But it's ended, isn't it? Mamie's right in what she tells me?”
“Yes, it's about over.”
“And we've won?”
“I guess we have. There isn't any combine now.”
“And Bigelow——-?”
“Bigelow's broken. It was in the paper this morning.”