Had Griff been intruded upon before he finished what he had been doing? Bob wondered as he took off the cylinder head of a small, roughly assembled model of a new design for a Vee-type motor they were working on. It appeared that Mr. Tredway had been “all for” the newer radial engines, while Mr. Parsons exerted all his influence to introduce the model in which the cylinders, in line, came together in a slanting fashion, like a “V” at the crankcase jointure.
Bob took out pistons and pretended to examine the crankpin assembly.
Griff watched covertly and appeared to be exceptionally uneasy.
Curt entered from the wing assembly rooms.
“Hello, Griff.” He nodded, paid little attention to Griff and went over to Bob.
“Interesting?” he hinted. Bob nodded, and began to explain the parts.
“I see.” Curt, bent close, whispered his next words. “Lang is out in the yard, working on the Golden Dart. He has the plates out and he is——”
As he spoke Lang came in.
“Say, Curt,” he called, “run up to the offices, and if Mr. Parsons or Barney is around, get me a new—er—length of cable, will you?”
“Will they give it to me?”