Neville's father stood on a beach in Barbados thirty years before and saw it as the perfect place for a hotel, and never faltered in that dream. The years went by; the owners finally died; and when it came up for sale the one man who could have paid twice what his father could had gone to Brazil, and his cabled offer arrived twenty-four hours too late. His father did not devise that. He was Jacob, and he wrestled with an idea until it became real - he made it real in his mind's eye first, and when the time came the only man who could have outbid him was called away.