“I had not thought of doing so.”
“But what am I to do? I must have the necessary authority to hand them over.”
“You won’t be bothered about it at all, Mr. Van Ermengen.”
“But I will be, I must be! I will not hand over the goods to anybody without authority.”
“You will not be asked to; it is all arranged.”
I turned away, but he came after me and caught my arm.
“But this is my house,” he said, getting more excited; “things like this cannot be arranged without my knowledge.”
“It seems to me that they have been,” I said coldly, shaking off his hand. “‘The goods,’ as you call them, are in the charge of my partner.”
“But he cannot leave them here without consulting me.”
“I suppose not,” I agreed; “I suppose that is why they have taken them away.”