“Paper got the bank to freeze my hay money.”

“Paper got your attention.” He wiped his hands on his trousers.

“Who else has a key to this shed?”

“Just me.” I turned the ring over in my palm.

“Daniel borrowed a copy two winters back, for the post hole digger.

I never asked for it back.”

“Just you.” Frank looked at the shed door for a while and did not say anything at all.

Arthur’s car was in the yard at twenty past nine, and by half past the kitchen table had three stacks of paper on it and Arthur was polishing his spectacles with a silk handkerchief.