I'd like to (h)ask, Mr.Mayor, what profit Mr.McGinnis made out of these shells." Mr.McGinnis sprang to his feet, "I want to tell you," he said in a voice choking with rage, "that it is none of your high-explosive business." "'E says as it is none o' my business," cried Brother Simmons, joyously taking Mr.McGinnis on.

"Let me (h)ask 'im who paid for these shells?
I did, you did, all of us did.

Not my business?
Then 'ose business is it?
(H)If 'e was paid a fair price for 'is shells, (h)all right, I say nothin' against it.

If 'e was paid more than a fair price, then 'e is a robber, worse, 'e is a blood robber, because the price was paid in blood." At once a dozen men were on their feet.

Cries of "Order! Order!" and "Put him out!" arose on every hand.