“Looking around,” answered Larry coolly.
“Did any one give you permission to come in?”
“No, I just invited myself.”
“Are you connected with the owner of this place?”
“No, I don’t even know his name.”
“Then you’d better be off. We don’t like strangers around here. We’ve been missing things lately.”
“Are you accusing me?” asked Larry sharply.
“Well, you can take it as you like. Get out of here, that’s all.”
“Of course that’s your privilege,” answered Larry, keeping his temper by an effort; “but I can assure you that I only came here to look around. I am interested in those enameled bricks you are using.”
“Agent for ’em?” demanded the contractor. “If you are, I’ll say that the bricks are not what they are cracked up to be.”