“No smoke?” persisted Tommy.
“Not a darned bit. The inside of the engine was clean as a whistle.” Bill shook his head and frowned as at very unpleasant news.
“Well,” observed Tommy, thoughtfully, “something has happened!”
“Indeed?” Bill looked very polite.
“You don't know what, and I don't, either. Therefore—” Tommy paused for effect.
Bill's elaborate sarcasm failed him. “Go on, you idiot!” he shouted.
“Therefore, I will find out!” announced Tommy.
“Ask La Grange and have him cop the whole cheese!”
“No, William. You admit we've got to know what happens, don't you?”
“Certainly. Otherwise, what will I get a patent on?”