It would be almost worth a trip to the office just to tell Martinson without stint what he thought of him and all his works.
He crawled back into bed and smoked his cigarette with due regard for the bedclothes, and wondered what kind of a fool they took him for if they imagined for one minute that he would produce so much as a sub-title under the personal supervision of Bently Brown.
After awhile it occurred to him that, unless he relented from his final statement to Martinson, he was a young man out of a job, but that did not worry him much.

Of course, if he left the Acme Company, he would have to look around for an opening somewhere else, where he could take his Happy Family and maybe produce....
Right there Luck got up and unlocked his trunk, which was also his chest of treasures, and found the carbon copy of his range scenario.

He had not named it yet.

In thinking of it and in talking about it with the boys he had been content to call it his Big Picture.

If he could place himself and his Big Picture and his boys with some company that would appreciate the value of the combination, his rupture with the Acme Company would be simply a bit of good luck.