Mr. Makepeace shook his head with some scorn.
“Not blooming likely,” he declared. “A fine sort of joke that would be.”
“I was asking purely from curiosity, but you surprise me, all the same. I thought you could short circuit any electric machine?”
“Don’t you believe it. You couldn’t do nothing to short an armature without the damage showing.”
“Well, I’m not worrying whether you could or not. All I want is that it won’t fail again.”
“You may go nap on that.”
“All right,” French smiled. “Did you rewind the armature yourselves?”
“Neither unwound it nor rewound it. That’s a job for the makers. We sent it to London. It’s an Ardlo magneto and the Ardlo people have a factory in Bermondsey.”
“That so? I suppose the short circuit was the only trouble? The engine hadn’t been hot or anything?”
“The engine was as right as rain,” Mr. Makepeace asseverated with ill-repressed impatience.