“No, sir.”
“Tell me about that.”
“About—!” The lifted eyebrows held it.
Simeon nodded. “About anything. Steel works—button shop—everything.”
John thought a minute—“You know as much as I do—more. They do a big business.”
“What kind of men?” asked Simeon brusquely.
“Men?—In the works—you mean?”
“In them—over them—on top—outside, inside,” said Simeon. “You know ’em, don’t you? Lived with ’em—been to school with ’em—?”
“Oh—if you mean that—!” A smile had come into the puzzled face.
“I mean that,” said Simeon. He had lighted a cigar and was watching the tip intently.