work-room which had fallen to Murdoch, and Haworth's attention was drawn toward them.
"What wi' moddles o' this an' moddles o' that," Floxham remarked, "we'll ha' to mak' a flittin' afore long. Theer'll be no room fur us, nor th' engines neyther."
Haworth turned to the things and looked them over one by one, touching some of them dubiously, some carelessly, some without much comprehension.
"Look here," he said to Murdoch, "there's a room nigh mine that's not in use. I don't like to be at close quarters with every chap, but you can bring your traps up there. It'll be a place to stow 'em an' do your bits o' jobs when you're in the humor."
The same day the change was made, and before leaving the Works, Haworth came in to look around. Throwing himself into a chair, he glanced about him with a touch of curiosity.
"They're all your own notions, these?" he said.
Murdoch assented.
"They are of not much consequence," he answered, "They are only odds and ends that fell into my hands somehow when they needed attention. I like that kind of work, you know."
"Aye," responded Haworth, "I dare say. But most chaps would have had more to say about doin' 'em than you have."
Not long after Ffrench's advent a change was made.
"If you'll give up your old job, and take to looking sharp after the machinery and keeping the chaps that run it up to their work," said Haworth, "you can do it. It'll be a better shop than the other and give you more time. And it'll be a saving to the place in the end."
So the small room containing his nondescript collection
