"But you're working, of course?" Mr. Fry asked sharply.
"What? Oh, yes," said David.
"At some mechanical line?"
"Oh, yes," David said.
"In just what line, then?"
And now, had Anthony but been watching, some of Johnson Boller's suspicions must have seemed justified. There was no question about the way David's very intelligent eyes were acting now; they darted furtively, wildly almost, from side to side, as if the boy were seeking escape. They darted toward Anthony and away from him and back to David's shabby suit and worn shoes.
"I'm a—plumber's helper!" the boy said gustily.
"Wait a second, kid!" Mr. Boller put in. "Let me see those hands!"
"Well, they—they haven't had time to get roughened up yet!" David said quickly. "I just went to work yesterday."
"The boy's lying, Anthony!" Mr. Boller said bluntly.