“I can prove my words.”
“Do so.”
“I know what you doubt.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
“Well?”
At that moment the detective made a slash at a fly, but there was no fly there, and Ike asked:
“What are you doing? Are you trying to cuff me?”
“No, I am brushing away that fly.”
“Have you got ’em?” demanded Ike, assuming a very serious tone.