“That's true about all great ideas, Tallant,” he said. “They're simple, only it takes a clever man to think of them.”
“And Jason agrees?” Tallant demanded.
I nodded again. “We'll have to outbid the Automatic people. I haven't seen Bitter yet about the—about the fee.”
“That's all right,” said Leonard Dickinson, quickly. “I take off my hat to you. You've saved us. You can ask any fee you like,” he added genially. “Let's go over to—to the Ashuela and get some lunch.” He had been about to say the Club, but he remembered Mr. Tallant's presence in time. “Nothing's worrying you, Hugh?” he added, as we went out, followed by the glances of his employees.
“Nothing,” I said....
XVIX.
Making money in those days was so ridiculously easy! The trouble was to know how to spend it. One evening when I got home I told Maude I had a surprise for her.
“A surprise?” she asked, looking up from a little pink smock she was making for Chickabiddy.
“I've bought that lot on Grant Avenue, next to the Ogilvys'.”