“As for the place, I think,” said Mr. Prescott slowly, “I think I might safely say that it is where they make, or try to make, a certain kind of castings.”
“Would it be fair, Prescott,” said Dr. Crandon with a smile, “for me to say that you yourself are prone to think professionally?”
“Quite fair, I assure you,” answered Mr. Prescott, with a bow.
“I don’t see anybody making anything,” said Billy, in a disappointed tone.
“In the summer they have to rest both their machinery and their material,” said Mr. Prescott.
Then Billy knew that Mr. Prescott expected him to keep his eyes and his ears open until he found out for himself where they were.
“Let’s walk,” said Mr. Prescott.
“HE’S STILL LOOKING AT THE GATE”
They were at the first corner when Billy exclaimed: