“You’re going to hit me under the chin? But why are you going to do that?”
He did not seem particularly disturbed at the prospect. He was merely politely interested. Possibly this was because he was very well aware that he himself could box and that Rouse could not.
Rouse did not waste words. He laid that strangely significant sheet of paper upon the table rather as if it were a mandate, and pointed at it wrathfully.
“I think you’ve seen that before?”
Coles leaned forward indifferently.
“What is it? I can’t see.”
Next moment it was thrust angrily before his eyes and held there.
“Can you see it now?” said Rouse. “Is that your composition?”
Coles read it through coolly.
“Are you under the impression that I wrote this?”