“And are you prepared with the remedies?”
“Not I.”
“Yet you fancy you are at the end of your work. Why, you are only beginning. Now comes the real brain work; invention. Now are craniology and you upon your trial. But you are quite right about weekly salary. Invention must not be so degraded, but paid by the piece. Life, Labor, and Capital are upside down in this place, are they? Then you shall be the man to set them on their legs.”
Henry shook his head. “Never, sir, unless I could give the masters bowels, and the men brains.”
“Well, and why not? To invention all things are possible. You carry a note-book?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Got it in your pocket?”
“No; on my shoulders.”
“Haw! haw! haw! Then write this down in it—'THERE'S A KEY TO EVERY LOCK'”
“It's down, sir.”