“Sensible enough,” growled the figure in the chair. “But he’s a faker. A half-heart. All for the people in words. But put it up to him in deeds—he ain’t there.”
“He’s a Socialist,” explained the Boot & Shoe Surgeon, pointing his awl at the chair. “Nicholas Milliken. Make you acquainted. What did you say your name was?”
“Jeremy Robson,” said its owner, who had n’t yet said anything of the sort.
The figure in the chair for the first time honored him with its attention.
“On The Record?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Reporter?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’ve got the soul of a louse.”
“Soft words, Nick,” prescribed Eli Wade.