“A bargain,” said Mr Copperwaite to his lawyer, Mr Nore. “That’s what they said. A bargain.”
“Indeed it was Mr Copperwaite,” said Nore, straining to hear over the noise of machinery, “however, the investigators were successful and found the source of the contamination. As it stands now, the nearby village is fully aware of the cause of the disturbances and the legal heir no longer feels the urge to sell. As a consequence the house is no longer on the market.”
“What about the land,” said Copperwaite, “Maybe the new lord and master will need a few quid for his crumbling house.”
“I gather the new owner is less than enthusiastic about selling the land, especially in light of the industrial use you have proposed,” said Nore. “Again, the investigators seem to have impressed upon him the significance of this point.”
“Well, well, well, the idiot Jennings finally managed to solve something,” said Copperwaite. “He were bloody useless for me in Manchester. Gave me some cock and bull story about a mesmerist. Lillian woke up of her own accord, so I sent him packing.”
“Is… that why you hired him again?” said Nore.
Copperwaite looked briefly puzzled.
“Yes, yes,” he said. “I was rather hoping he’d make a hash of things again, convince everyone there was a ghost or some such nonsense and then we could really have got the price down.”
“Shame that rather backfired then,” said Nore.
Copperwaite shrugged.
“Next time,” he said. “The march of progress can’t be stopped by these old fools.”
Both men fell silent and looked at the workings of the factory. Fleece went in and cloth came out. There were parts that carded the fleece, parts that spun the yarn and parts that wove the cloth. Nore saw men and boys being pulled here and there by the machines they were using. They seemed exhausted trying to keep up.
“Who exactly runs this?” said Nore. “Is it the people or the machines?”
“Bit of both,” said Copperwaite. “If they can’t keep up with the machines they’re out. It’s good for business, keeps the lazy beggars on their toes. Otherwise they’d just sit around getting drunk. It’s helping the community, really.”
“But how can you stand the noise,” said Nore. “That sound would drive me crazy,”
“That sound is the future,” said Copperwaite. “That is the sound of money being made. I like that sound. It helps me think.”
“Like the idea you had about Sir Jennings?” said Nore.
“Watch it Nore,” said Copperwaite. “Plenty more lawyers in the sea.”
“What do you call this thing anyway,” said Nore unfazed.
“This,” said Copperwaite with pride. “This is the Spinner.”