“Do you own a house out on Long Island?”
Fellman’s face assumed a ghastly hue. He looked around and finally demanded:
“Who asked that question?”
No one fathered the question, and Fellman appeared greatly perplexed. An instant later, however, the question was repeated:
“Do you own a house on Long Island?”
All the party looked round to see who had asked the question, and Fellman, in a tone seemingly of anger, but really of alarm, again demanded:
“Who asked that question?”
There was a dead silence.
“I’d like to know,” demanded Fellman, “who asked that question.”
A voice said, “No matter who asked the question. Answer it.”