"And where's that?"
"Behind bars."
He laughed at this. But he stopped short as he saw me go out to the door and fling it open. Then he turned and faced me.
"I'll make things interesting for you!" he announced, slowly and pregnantly, and with an ugly forward-thrust of his ugly pointed chin.
It was my turn to laugh.
"You have made them interesting," I acknowledged. "But now they are getting monotonous."
"They won't stay that way," he averred.
I met his eye, without a wince. I could feel my fighting blood getting hotter and hotter.
"You understand English, don't you?" I told him. "You heard me say get out, didn't you?"
He stared at me, with that black scowl of his, for a full half minute. Then he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.