“Who are you, anyhow?” asked Burlein.
“I am Ike.”
“What is your last name?”
“We will get to that later on. Your name is Burlein.”
The young man started, for the address on the letter had been simply “Ed;” the name Burlein had not appeared on it.
“What do you do for a living?” demanded the young man.
“We will come to that by and by. In the meantime, I want to ask you a few questions.”
Burlein stared.
“You are a strange lad,” he said.
“Yes, I am odd, but I know what I am about.”