“Long ago,” I said. ‘
“I can fix up a cup of coffee and a little toast if you’re hungry.”
“No, thanks. I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
“Listen, Donald, try and put it across for me, will you? Who gave you the shiner?”
“A guy socked me.”
“Can’t you make out a report that’ll satisfy that old grouch-face?”
“You mean the claim manager?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Ever met him?” I asked.
“No.”