"I 've heard that same sort of thing before--when you 're on another level and somebody 's working above.

Is n't that it, Mr.Harkins ?" Harry nodded.
"That's it," came tersely.

Then bending, he reached for a pick, and muffling the sound as best he could between his knees, knocked the head from the handle.

Following this, he lifted the piece of hickory thoughtfully and turned to Fairchild.

"Get yourself one," he ordered.
"Miss Richmond, I guess you 'll 'ave to stay 'ere.