“That ain’t a question,” said Galt.
The round was his. The audience tittered. The chairman put his leg back and glared wearily into space.
“I withdraw it,” said Goldfuss. “Start the record new from here.... Mr. Galt, you were directed to produce before this Committee all your books and papers. Have you brought them?”
“No.”
“No? Why not, please?”
“They would fill this whole room,” said Galt.
Mr. Goldfuss started again.
“Your occupation, Mr. Galt,—you said it was what?”
“Farmer,” said Galt.