So, of course, as soon as Jeff made the fortune, Myra had her
resignation in next morning and everybody knew that she was to go to
a dramatic school for three months in the fall and become a leading
actress.

But, as I said, the public recognition counted a lot for Jeff. The
moment you begin to get that sort of thing it comes in quickly
enough. Brains, you know, are recognized right away. That was why, of
course, within a week from this Jeff received the first big packet of
stuff from the Cuban Land Development Company, with coloured pictures
of Cuba, and fields of bananas, and haciendas and insurrectos with
machetes and Heaven knows what. They heard of him, somehow,--it
wasn't for a modest man like Jefferson to say how. After all, the
capitalists of the world are just one and the same crowd. If you're
in it, you're in it, that's all! Jeff realized why it is that of
course men like Carnegie or Rockefeller and Morgan all know one
another. They have to.

For all I know, this Cuban stuff may have been sent from Morgan
himself. Some of the people in Mariposa said yes, others said no.
There was no certainty.

Anyway, they were fair and straight, this Cuban crowd that wrote to
Jeff. They offered him to come right in and be one of themselves. If
a man's got the brains, you may as well recognize it straight away.
Just as well write him to be a director now as wait and hesitate till
he forces his way into it.

Anyhow, they didn't hesitate, these Cuban people that wrote to Jeff