Feet made noises in the hall, huskier feet than the secretary’s. When they were just outside the door I began a sentence:
“You were using your son to run a—”
“Get out of here!” the old man yelled at those in the doorway. “And keep that door closed.” He glowered at me and demanded: “What was I using my son for?”
“To put the knife in Thaler, Yard and the Finn.”
“You’re a liar.”
“I didn’t invent the story. It’s all over Personville.”
“It’s a lie. I gave him the papers. He did what he wanted with them.”
“You ought to explain that to your playmates. They’d believe you.”
“What they believe be damned! What I’m