"What's this?"
"That's a padlock."
"What for?"
"Why, for the kerosene."
"What kerosene?"
"The kerosene for the lamp."
"Why, you nincompoop, we don't furnish the kerosene."
"We don't?" said Stover faintly, with a horrible sinking feeling. "Don't furnish the kerosene?"
"Who got hold of you?" said Butsey, too astounded to laugh.
"I met Macnooder——"