“No,” Arthur said.

“He bought a box of blank blue cards, paid twelve dollars for the card stock and told me the committee was hand-delivering every last one around town.”

“Delivering three hundred invitations by hand?”

“That’s what he told me, standing right here at this counter,” Arthur said, leaning farther across the wood.

“He said they wanted to be sure only the right people got them in person.”

“Did he say anything about Elm Street?”