"They'll blame us both, Mr. Harrison. Anyway, it might hold up somebody who's got a real idea...."
"I have a real idea, Kirk. I'm going to draw it for you."
The metal worker noticed that the book Harrison was copying from was a dictionary, a very old and battered one.
"Here, can you follow what I've drawn?"
The metal worker accepted it reluctantly, giving Harrison an odd, almost patronizing look. "This is crazy."
"Kirk!"
"Look, Mr. Harrison. We worked a long time together. You...."
Harrison suddenly rose from the chair.
"This is our one chance of beating this thing, no matter how crazy it seems. Will you do the job?"
"You believe you got something, eh," the other said. "You think you have?"