“Suppose I don’t, what then?”
“I will pitch you out of that window,” said Floyd, quietly, moving a step nearer to him. The drawer was closed, and the man turned away.
“Do you know who that was?” asked someone of Floyd.
“No, not the slightest idea.”
“That was young Router, the son of the great Router.”
“Who is the-great-Router?”
“The great pork man. His son is the one who is so attentive to Miss Dangerlie.”
“I am glad he closed the drawer,” said Floyd, quietly.
“He is said to be engaged to her,” said the gentleman.
“He is not engaged to her,” said Floyd.