"My step-father."
"I've seen him here before. He's related to my boss. I don't think any more of him for that."
"Why not?" asked Oliver, rather amused. "Don't you like Mr. Bond?"
"Come here," said John.
Oliver approached the counter, and leaning over, John whispered mysteriously:
"He's a file!"
"A what?"
"A file, and an awful rasping one at that. He's as mean as dirt."
"I am sorry to hear that, for Mr. Kenyon wants me to begin business in this store."
John whistled.