 Why did Dink punch Kraft?
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Worlds of If Science Fiction, May 1961. Mr. Wanji returned to Orison her letters of reference. "You're worth more'n that, just to jazz up the decor," Mr. Wanji said. "That will be most satisfactory, Mr. Wanji," Orison said. Mr. Wanji grabbed Orison's right hand and shook it with athletic vigor. "Lift us to five, Mac," Mr. Wanji said. Beside them was a double-decked "In" and "Out" basket. "Here's where you'll do your nine-to-five, honey," Mr. Wanji said. Or would you—" "You just take care of that chicken-flickin' kinda stuff any way seems best to you, kid," Mr. Wanji said. Orison switched off her microphone at noon, marked her place in the book and took the elevator down to the ground floor. As though they were members of a ballet-troupe, these gentlemen whipped off their hats with a single motion as Orison stepped aboard the elevator. Orison sighed, finished her tuna salad on whole-wheat, then went back upstairs to her lonely desk and her microphone. And what the William Howard Taft National Bank and Trust Company needs is a joint raid by forces of the U.S. Treasury Department and the American Psychiatric Association. Her boss in Washington had told her that this job of hers, spying on Taft Bank from within, might prove dangerous. Orison slipped between the sheets at eleven-thirty.
 He was threatening Orison
 Self-defense  He wasn’t listening  He insulted Dink  He was threatening Orison