“Certainly not,” answered Ben accommodatingly.
“Too dangerous. Prime stuff is machine shop plunder. Especially brass and copper. I’d give you a fair deal.”
“I’m sure of that,” said Ben. “Say, how am I going to get to Knippel?”
“That’ll be hit and miss. He makes the rounds, you know. He may not be around here again to collect for a week.”
“Where did you say he lived?”
“I didn’t say, but it’s at Blairville.”
“Oh,” nodded Ben. He remembered that it was the town near the aero field.
“You take a chance of finding him there,” proceeded the man, “he flits about so much. Sometimes he isn’t at home once in a month.”
“Well, I’ll try and locate him somehow, much obliged,” said our hero.
“Remember, now, come to me direct when you’ve got anything to sell.”