The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-11-02
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 Red dust on the wheels. Julius suggested the road back of the Empire Steel plant. Hopkins had been complaining because of the Central street bridge being closed. What did that have to do with 1t? Central street didn't run any, where near the steel plant, did it's
 Bobby rode home wondering about these things, and when he got to his room he hunted in Ais desk for 8 road map of Dover. Spreading it out on Q table, he bent over it.
 The Empire Steel plant was Dover's one consumer of iron ore. It was situated on the southeast ern fringe of the city, in an al- most inaccessible tangle of rail- road tracks, warehouses and small shops. To reach it-let's see-you took Turney road, and Turney was 8 dead-end street, ending right at the steel mill.
 Back of the plant, then? Htre it was Bobby's pencil point traced a road that ducked under a railroad bridge, skirted the rear of the steel plants enormous reser- vation, running between the factory and a railroad yard, and then came out on 8 long slant, running oil so join-yes, Central street - at an angle
 Hmm, said Bobby maybe it matches up after all. The Central street bridge is closed for repairs. So if he wanted to go out here, he'd have to detour, and this back road, Pulaski road, 1t is - would take him. But why go so far out? There's plenty of other cross streets that'd feed him into Gen. t-al street a lot sooner, and more directly, too. Why go along Pu- laski?
 At last the solution came to him. Hopkins destination must have been on Pulaski street itself, be- yond the steel plant. Ordinarily he would have gone out Central and then turned down Pulaski: with the bridge closed, he had had to take another way, which caused him to go down Pulaski from the other end which was why he had had to pass the steel plant at point where accoring to Julius, the oret dumps covered the road with this reddish dust. His goal, then. must have been on Pulaski somewhere be- tween the steel mill and Central street.
 There was nothing more Bobby could do now; but the next morn- ing, getting away from the salse- room as soon as he could, Bobby went to drive-it-yourself agency. hired car, and set out to see what he could see.
 He reached Pulaski road, an Ill., favored, poorly-paved street, and followed it. Before long the high red towers of the Empire Steel plant loomed up on his right. His heart gave a bound of excitement as he saw that on the opposite side of the street there was a great ore dump, where the rail- road cars were emptied: and over- head, crossing the road like a 1 spindly steel bridge. there ran g series of conveyors by which ore was moved from the dump to the furnaces. And the road beneath was heavy with reddish dustl He drove along with mounting excitement, past the steel mill and the railroad yards, between 8 long double line of unpainted wooden houses, mean and disreputable in appearance. The region was 6 slyrn, and a miserable one; what had brought the elegant Mark Hopkins down here?
 Pulaski road went up a low rise and swung to the right diag- onally. Vacant lots and shacks made up the landscape; of fac- tories, or business houses of any kind, there was no sign. Ahead, within plain sight now, was Gen. tra1 street, where Pulaski road ended. Was this a wild goose chase, then, after all?
 Disconsolately. Bobby slowed down the car, turned around, and started back. And then he saw something he had not noticed bee fore; cindered driveway that went of to the the left, between two grassless vacant lots, and disap- peared around a bend in a place where the rolling, tenantlesS, desolate land formed shallow (To Be Continuedl