“A young man in an office over there.”
“But did you carry a letter for him?”
“Did I?”
“That is what I asked you.”
“What business is it of yours what I did?”
“Hold on, lad, don’t get mad so soon.”
“It’s none of your business, sir, what I did.”
“I’ll make it my business.”
“You let go of me.”
Fellman had seized Ike by the arm.