"But what grit, Sparks! What grit! See those bits of whitish colored substance?"
I looked again more closely at the powdery substance in the palm of his hand. I said, "Rock-measles?"
"Fossils, Sparks!"
"Fossils? But what have fossils got to do with—?"
"I can't tell you now. There is too much to be done, I've got to go down, for one thing, and have a look at that artificial lake beside the governor's mansion."
Cap Hanson, who had been off supervising the boring operations came up behind him just in time to overhear these final words. He asked.
"Still talkin' about that lake, Lancelot? What for? Why do you have to go down there and snoop around?"
"Because," explained Biggs, "I've been worrying about it, and I've just decided why it was built."
"Well?"
Biggs said slowly, "Steichner is a pirate; right?"