“That is no particular business of yours that I know of.”
“Well, go on. I’ll listen, though I know you to be a lying old bum.”
“Thank you. I take your insults as compliments. What I was about to remark is this. Monday threw the glass at me. He missed. You entered and received the benefit of the doubt.”
“Look here, Mole; you and I know one another. I don’t believe a word of your story.”
“Why not?”
“It was a deliberate attack on me. If you want to quarrel I am good and ready.”
Monday rose.
His black blood was up to the boiling point.
“What for you want to interfere with us?” he demanded. “Wherever we go you follow. That am not right.”
“I go where I please.”