"P'raps you want something else?" said the man, looking hard at Mole's nose. "If so, you can have it."
"Thanks," said Mole. "I'll see you when I come down."
He ascended the staircase to the first floor. It appeared to be deserted, except for stacks of gas-stoves and iron mantelpieces. Mole walked round and examined the mechanism of the cooking apparatus until a footstep sounded.
"Hallo, there," said a voice. "Want a stove?"
Another bearded and ragged ruffian appeared.
"How much?" asked Mole.
"What size do you want?"—pulling out a rule.
"Never mind about the size," said Mole. "I'm looking for somebody."
"You won't find any one in there," said the man, as Mole opened a small oven door.
"Looking for a man name o' Bray," continued Mole.