Aloud, and in a grumbling tone he said:
“What's the matter with my name? It's a name like any other. What's wrong with it?”
“What should there be?” flashed Deede Dawson in reply.
“I don't know,” Dunn answered. “You keep repeating it so, that's all.”
“It's a very good name,” Deede Dawson said. “An excellent name. But it's not suitable. Not here.” He began to laugh again and then stopped abruptly.
“Do you know, I think you had better choose another?” he said.
“It's all one to me,” declared Dunn. “If Charley Wright don't suit, how will Robert Dunn do? I knew a man of that name once.”
“It's a better name than Charley Wright,” said Deede Dawson. “We'll call you Robert Dunn—Charley Wright. Do you know why I can't have you call yourself Charley Wight?”
Dunn shook his head.
“Because I don't like it,” said Deede Dawson. “Why, that's a name that would drive me mad,” he muttered, half to himself.