"Did it, now?"
"Yes!"
"Whatever made you get the beastly thing?"
The reason was obvious, but I felt angry at all this disturbance being suddenly thrust into my orderly and peaceful life, and took a cruel delight in seeing the old man's discomfort.
"You know why I got it," he snapped.
"You were after its interstitial glands," I retaliated. "I don't think it's right and proper."
He drew himself up, defiantly.
"May I ask why?" he inquired with elaborate calm.
"Well, it seems inhuman to go about cutting up monkeys and things to get hold of their glands. I hope to goodness the neighbors don't get to hear of it."
He glanced at me.