“Mr. Withers,” he said to the switchboard-operator, and presently the chief of the Waite mechanical engineers answered the telephone.
“This is Potter Waite. What drawings were you getting from Hammond and Green this noon?”
“A set of blue prints of Buildings G and F.”
“A complete set?”
“Yes, showing machinery placed, shafting, conveyers—everything.”
“Thank you,” said Potter, and hung up the receiver.
Givens was waiting, a trifle more presentable.
“You’re sure there’s no chance you overlooked the package anywhere?” Potter asked.
“No, sir. I think it was a plant, Mr. Waite, that’s what. I think them men in that machine knocked me over apurpose to swipe them drawin’s.”
“I’m inclined to agree with you. Better go home and get fixed up. Need a new suit, won’t you? Buy it and give the bill to me.”