“Aren’t you?” retorted Banneker even more dryly.
The other frowned. “What else?”
“Well; the housing. You own a good many of the tenements, don’t you?”
“The company owns some.”
“They’re filthy holes.”
“They are what the tenants make them.”
“The tenants didn’t build them with lightless hallways, did they?”
“They needn’t live there if they don’t like them. Have you spent all your time, for which I am paying, nosing about like a cheap magazine muckraker?” It was clear that Mr. Vanney was annoyed.
“I’ve been trying to find out what is wrong with Sippiac. I thought you wanted facts.”
“Precisely. Facts. Not sentimental gushings.”