There were no such protections for inventions as patents then; rumor soon spread abroad the news that Gutenberg had discovered a new art that would prove a gold-mine, and the poor inventor saw that the lawsuit would probably end in his ruin. The printing-press had stood in Dritzhn's house, and before Gutenberg could prevent it the two brothers had stolen parts of it. Then he had what was left of it carried to his own house; but even here spies swarmed to try to learn something of his secret. Finally he realized that his invention was not safe even there, and decided that every vestige of his work must be destroyed. "Take the _stucke_ from the forms," said he to his friends, "and break them up in my sight, that none of them may remain perfect."
"What, all our labor for the last three years!" cried Hielman.
"Never mind," answered Gutenberg. "Break them up, or some one will steal our art, and we shall be ruined."
So, taking hammers and mallets, they broke the precious forms of type into thousands of fragments.
The lawsuit dragged along, and finally ended in Gutenberg's favor. The firm was ordered to pay Dritzhn's brothers the fifteen florins, and nothing more. But the type were destroyed, and the partners were afraid to make new ones, lest the suspicious public should spy upon them and learn their secret. When the term of the contract between the partners came to an end it was not renewed. Each of the firm went his own way, and John Gutenberg opened his lapidary's shop again and tried to build up the trade he had lost.
His wife was still Gutenberg's chief encouragement. She was certain that some day he would win success, and often in the evening she would urge him not to despair of his invention, but to wait till the time should be ripe for him to go on with it again. As a matter of fact it was impossible for him to give it up. Before long he was cutting _stucke_ again in his spare hours, and then trying his hand at printing single pages.
He felt however that it would be impossible for him to resume his presswork in Strasburg. There was too much prejudice against his invention there. So he decided to go back to his home town of Mainz, where many of his family were living. Anna agreed with this decision, and so they closed their shop, sold their goods, and journeyed to his brother's home. There one day his brother introduced him to a rich goldsmith named Faust, and this man said he understood that Gutenberg had invented a new way of making books. John admitted this, and told him some details of his process.