Fellman leaped to his feet and pleaded:
“Gentlemen, will you tell me who asked that question?”
No one appeared willing or able to tell him. But the voice once more put in:
“Have you a house down on Long Island?”
Fellman looked over to some of the other tables. No one appeared to have put the question, but the voice again said:
“Oh, you villain, you know very well the young man is not dead. Yes, you do.”
Fellman appeared like one confronted by an apparition. The perspiration stood out on his face, and he said:
“The scoundrel who says that is a liar.”
The gentlemen who had gathered around one by one dropped away. They appeared to think that a row was imminent, especially when the voice repeated.
“It’s a nice job you’ve put up.”