No; my only chance is 'to be discovered' by a magazine or a publishing house or somebody, and get a bid of some kind." "Well, there is the Centennial Company.

They have taken an interest in you, Condy.

You must follow that right up and keep your name before them all the time.

Have you sent them 'A Victory Over Death' yet ?" Condy sat down to his eggs and coffee the next morning in the hotel, harried with a certain sense of depression and disappointment for which he could assign no cause.

Nothing seemed to interest him.