That done, Peter walked northwardly and westwardly, till he had nearly reached the river front.

It took some little inquiry, but after a while he stumbled on a small shanty which had a sign: NATIONAL MILK COMPANY.
OFFICE.
The place, however, was closed and no one around seemed connected with it, though a number of milk carts were standing about.

Close to these was a long line of sheds, which in turn backed up against a great brewery.

A couple of men lounged at the door of the sheds.

Peter walked up to them, and asked if they could tell him where he could find any one connected with the milk company.
"The boss is off for lunch," said one.