“I do.”
“What’s your name?”
“Skinley.”
“What are you?”
“None o’ yer business.”
“Do you live alone?”
“What’s that ter you?”
“I want to see the man that came in here a while ago.”
“Come in.”
Somers did not like the looks of things at all; and if he had not been interested in De Banyan, he would have retired in disgust from the house: as it was, he entered the room. As he did so he heard the sounds of coarse revelry, which suddenly burst upon his ear from an apartment farther in the rear of the mansion.