“We have to think about the peace of the whole block, David,” Arthur said.

“Did you happen to bring the township permit file, Arthur?” I asked.

Arthur went stiff for a second, his hand stopping on the bridge of his glasses.

“What file?” Arthur asked.

“The permit application for his driveway extension,” I said.

Arthur glanced sideways at Harry before turning back to me.

“That’s an administrative matter for the board, David,” Arthur said quickly.

“It has nothing to do with what went on in your yard today.”