“Where is your place of business?”
“In Pearl Street,” answered Sanders, quite at random.
“Have you one of your business cards with you?”
He felt in his pocket, and appeared surprised at finding none.
“I believe I have none with me,” he admitted. “I generally have some.”
“What’s your business?”
“I’m in the clothing business?” said Sanders, with some hesitation.
“What is your name?”
“I won’t answer any more questions,” said the pickpocket, desperately. “You have insulted me enough, all of you. Just make way, will you? I am going to get out.”