“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. You’ve done me a low down trick. I saw you rush right over to Barber and Carey for orders. Do you get a commission from them for not dealing with me?”
“I’ll kick you downstairs.”
“Try it.”
The boy stood ready, his clear eyes fixed on the embarrassed loan agent.
“You’re not a lawyer,” sneered Morey, “you’re a shyster.”
Judge Lomax started forward, but Morey squared himself.
“Oh, I’m not afraid of you—tattle tale!” exclaimed the boy, knowing no more expressive epithet. “Come on!”
“If you weren’t a child—”