"Go ahead--do your worst.

You'll find I pull a stroke....

Now get out of here." With a violent action he shoved the little man out into the hall.

Then turning to Lane he pointed with shaking hand to the door.
"Lane, you couldn't be a guest of mine." "Swann, I certainly wouldn't be," retorted Lane, in tones that rang.
"Pepper didn't tell me you were the proprietor of this--this joint." "Get out of here or I'll throw you out!" yelled Swann, now beside himself with rage.

And he made a threatening move toward Lane.
"Don't lay a hand on me," replied Lane.