"Git outer here—git," he called.
Mr. Glass stepped forward, displaying his Health Department permit. The giant laughed.
"Say, sonny," he sneered, "that don't go—see. Them tin fakes don't git by. If you're one of them guys, you come here wit' McLaughlin, and youse can rubber. But we've had enough of this stuff. Them dames is no blind, neither. I'm guard for the owners here, and we ain't takin' no chances wit' trouble makers—git. Git a move on!"
"The department," spluttered Glass, "shall hear of this."
"That's all right. McLaughlin's the boss. Tell 'em not to send a kid to do a man's job."
Geneviève was too amazed to protest. It was her first experience of defiance of Law and Order by Law and Order.
Meanwhile, the first stragglers of the released army of toilers were nearly upon them. The giant observed their approach, and the look of menace deepened on his huge, congested face.
"Move on, now—move on," he snarled, and herded them forward in advance of the workers.
Sheepishly the three obeyed, but Miss Eliot was not silent.
"Your name?" she demanded in judicial command.