Old man Johnson is dead and mourning at his graveside are his wife Jacqueline, his son David and his adopted ward Cynthia. The only one who doesn’t seem sad is his brother Thomas. Why would he not mourn the loss of the man who invented advertising? Because sometimes someone can do the wrong thing for the right reason, and hats that keep your ideas in don’t stop your brother from stealing them. Can Thomas forgive his brother for using his ideas or will he forever be moulded like a piece of clay?