“Why not?”
“You will not know whom to strike.”
“Don’t fool yourself with that idea, Mr. Dyke Conrad!”
The leader started and caught his breath. Then he forced a harsh laugh.
“That will be all right,” he said, with attempted flippancy. “You are welcome to think me Dyke Conrad.”
“I do not think anything about it.”
“Indeed.”
“I know!”
“How?”
“By your voice, your manner, your gestures—everything about you.”