“Do they make things in wire at that Pleasantville factory—I mean, do they have the material and machinery to make wire things?”
“If not, they can easily get them,” answered Frank. “Why do you ask, Markham?”
“Well,” said Markham, with a little conscious laugh, “the truth is, I have invented something myself.”
[CHAPTER XIV]
A MEAN ENEMY
“You have invented something yourself?” repeated Frank, with a good deal of curiosity.
“Yes,” nodded Markham.
“What is it?”
“A puzzle.”