“That’s just what Smith said,” said Lawrence. “He said they could be feet and hands, and he would be the head. That is why everything goes wrong with the dirigible. He is right there where he can do what he likes, and you trust him.”
O’Brien laughed and patted the boy on the shoulder. “This thing is getting on your nerves,” he said soothingly. “However, come back and have another look at your two friends.”
“No,” said Lawrence. “You go back, and I will wait outside, and when they come out I shall follow them. They don’t know that we came together. We didn’t talk much and they will just think I met you in the theatre.”
“Have it your own way,” said O’Brien. “I will say the remarks were suspicious enough, but I tell you, man, I know that fellow.”
“All right,” said Lawrence doggedly. “I mean to know him, too, before I get through with him. I have not seen him at the Field since I came. Where does he keep himself?”
“Dunno,” said O’Brien. “I will find out.”
He went back into the theatre and sat down. As soon as the curtain went down on the next act, he turned and spoke to the big man.
“Are you working at the Field yet, Brown?”
“No, I quit a week ago,” said Brown, leaning forward. “I couldn’t stand the foreman they have out there. A mean, suspicious lunkhead, always snooping around and giving orders.” He laughed uneasily. “So I quit.”
“Out of a job, are you?” said O’Brien.