Never had he dreamed that his work would be made a thing to laugh at-- "They certainly did laugh," Luck lazily interrupted.

"And believe me, Mr.
Brown, it takes real stuff to collect a laugh out of that bunch.

It will be a riot with the public; you can bank on that.

By the time I get a few more made and released, you can expect to see your name in the papers without paying advertising rates." Whatever possessed Luck to talk that way to Bently Brown, I cannot say.

He surely must have seen that the little, over-costumed author was choking with spleen.
"It was a farce!" The small, yellow mustache of Bently Brown was twitching comically with the tremble of his lips beneath.