Joe edged even closer, dropping his voice so that it was barely audible above the clatter of the machinery.
“You been losin’ copper and brass from your factory, ain’t you?”
The direct approach startled Mr. Gandiss. He gazed at Joe keenly, then nodded.
“Well, maybe I kin help you. What’s it worth?”
Mr. Gandiss was careful not to show his dislike for the man. “If you are able to provide information which will lead to the apprehension of the thieves, I’ll see that you get a substantial salary increase.”
Joe blinked and grinned. “Last night I seen a girl in this room stick a piece of brass into her shirt front. She carried it off with her.”
“Who was the girl?”
“Dunno her name. A blond piece in blue slacks.”
“I’m afraid your information is of no value,” Mr. Gandiss said impatiently. “Unless you know who she is—”
“She’s a new gal that’s only been workin’ here a few nights,” Joe supplied hastily. “You’ll give me that salary raise if I turn her in?”