“I’m afraid they were getting at you. A man may be a creditable inventor, and a good, all-round engineer without being able to hold a candle to Edison. Are you looking for an automobile?”
“No; as I told you at first, I am looking for J. E. Sterling.”
“I was going to say that I am not yet prepared to supply cars. I do repairing and that sort of thing, merely to keep the wolf from the door, and leave me a little surplus to expend in my business. My real work, however, is experimenting, and when I am able to turn out a machine that satisfies me, my next business will be to form a company, for one can’t do anything in this trade without capital.”
“The competition must be intense.”
“It is, but there’s always room for a first-rate article, and the production of a first-rate article is my ambition.”
“Is that your work in the window?”
“Yes.”
“Does it come up to your expectations?”
The young man’s face grew serious; his brow wrinkled almost into a frown, and he remained silent for a few moments.