Arthur kept his hands right where they were on his belly.

“Those files are strictly confidential,” Arthur said.

“And on top of that, my old archive cabinet in the back room is stuck shut.

The lock rusted out ten years ago.”

“You’re a rich man,” I said.

“Hire a locksmith to drill it, I suppose.”

“I won’t wreck my office furniture for a fishing expedition,” Arthur said.

I turned back toward the desk and leaned across the polished wood.