"Well, sir, what do you want?" he demanded.
"All liars!" exclaimed Brodsky, striking a dramatic attitude, legs apart, arms waving wildly above his head.
Mr. Keating regarded the boy keenly.
"Who are you?" he asked sharply.
"Ignatz Brodsky."
"Well, what do you want?"
"All liars!" persisted Ignatz.
"So I heard you remark before. Who is it who has lied?"
"Kalinski, Foley—all liars."