“Yes,” says Zadok, “but, now you’ve grasped it, what do you contemplate doing with it? Eh? Tell me that?”
“Why,” says Binney, “I don’t know!”
“Do you, Mark?” said Tallow.
“Not yet,” says Mark, “but I’m g-g-goin’ to study it. I’ll find out.”
“To be sure. Certainly. That’s the thing. He’s going to find out, and you may be sure he will find out. Now for hint number two: If you’ve got to have a thing you can’t get along without it. There. How’s that for a hint? Can’t think of a better one, can you? I don’t believe you can. And the best part of it is that those hints are first cousins. They are blood relations.... That’s all the hints. If you discover their meaning, then you have this man Wiggamore at your mercy. But it will not be easy. It will require work and brains. Marcus Tidd has the brains and you all can work. Now about bowls. And drumsticks. And turned stock. You have a supply in the warehouse, I am told.”
“Quite a lot,” says Tallow, whose job it is to keep tally of stock.
“And you wish to sell them?”
“To be sure.”
“In that case, communicate with the address on this card. It is a good firm, a reliable firm, an honest firm.... Now I must be going. Good-by all.”
We said good-by and then looked out of the window to see him start off with his red wagon that rattled and clanged and banged with all the tinware inside it and hooked on the outside of it. We watched till he turned the corner and was out of sight.