Well, sir, you remember this young Georgie sort of
disappeared, after his grandfather's death, and nobody seemed to know
much what had become of him--though I did hear, once or twice, that he
was still around somewhere. Well, sir, he's working for the Akers
Chemical Company, out at their plant on the Thomasvile Road."
He paused, seeming to reserve something to be delivered only upon
inquiry, and Eugene offered him the expected question, but only after
a cold glance through the nose-glasses he had lately found it
necessary to adopt. "What does he do?"
Kinney laughed and slapped the arm of his chair.
"He's a nitroglycerin expert!"
He was gratified to see that Eugene was surprised, if not, indeed, a
little startled.
"He's what?"
"He's an expert on nitroglycerin. Doesn't that beat the devil! Yes,
sir! Young Akers told Fred that this George Minafer had worked like a
houn'-dog ever since he got started out at the works. They have a
special plant for nitroglycerin, way off from the main plant, o'
course--in the woods somewhere--and George Minafer's been working
there, and lately they put him in charge of it.
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