"What do you want of a microscope?" he asked.
"I want to see if this spot is caused by the application of a certain rubber composition, and if there are shreds of blue wool mixed with it."
"I guess," the chief said, "that your proper place is the foolish house."
"While your men are bringing the microscope," Ned went on, coolly, "I want to ask you a few questions."
"Go ahead," laughed the chief, wondering what sort of insanity this was.
"Who sat in this chair last?" asked Ned.
"Why, the last visitor, of course."
"Can you now recall his name?"
"Curtis."
"How was he dressed?"