The sheriff gestured. “You don’t look busy.”
“You have interrupted me.”
Goodstead looked at T.W. “Is he telling us to scat?”
“Show us that drawing you rolled up when you saw us coming,” T.W. said to the Frenchman while crowding closer. “I’d like to see what requires your precious time.”
“You will not appreciate.”
“We don’t appreciate your perfume, but we’re smelling it just the same.”
“Eau de Cologne.”
“Was that a threat? Did you just threaten me?” To Goodstead, T.W. said, “You heard him threaten me.”
“That is untrue,” said the little man, coolly.
“Are you saying I’m not fluent in French?”
“I did not make threat.”
T.W. put the palms of his hands upon the table. “Show us the drawing.”
Goodstead set his left boot upon the chair next to the diminutive Frenchman and leaned forward
