Instead he asked a question.
"You know about it ?" he demanded.
"Yes, Stevie; I know." "You do?
I--I mean about the--the Akrae Company and--and all ?" "Yes.

I know all about all of it.

Do set down!" Stephen struck his closed fist into the palm of his other hand.

He wore one glove.

What had become of the other he could not have told.
"You do ?" he shouted.