Chapter 76

He only deviated from the purpose of his visit once to ask about the intent of the bellows he was working at the time. “I know it makes the flames hotter, but does it have any other purpose?”

Without pausing in my labor, I told him the air helped stir the soot from the charcoal feeding the flames so that it mixed with the iron as I kneaded and molded it. “Gives the exterior a harder casing. The iron inside is softer than on the outside because of it.”

Then he resumed his personal questions, which at this point seem to be directed toward my ancestry more than anything else. He expressed amazement at my depth of knowledge about my forebears, but I did not confess to reading Billy Strobaw’s journal. I suspected he would have sacrificed an arm to possess that now-destroyed tome.

Eventually, he collected his discarded coat, thanked me for the interview, and made ready to take his leave. Just as he walked out the door, he asked if he could speak to me again later.