Harrison crossed the floor and wrapped the old man in a tight embrace without a word, and Raymond patted his friend twice on the back.

“Business first, Harrison,” he said gently, though his own voice was thick.

“We can allow ourselves to be sentimental later on.

Right now there is a great deal to do, and not much time to do it.

I have never forgotten the sight of him coming down those stairs, and I do not think I ever will.

It was not graceful.

It was not the triumphant descent of a hero in a film.