“I audited a jeweler in Berwyn back in eighty-eight,” he said.

“Two sets of books and a boat.

He cried at the hearing.

They always cry at the hearing.”

“Where did he get the money back in June?” I asked.

“Wrong question.” He pulled the pad over and turned to a fresh page.

“Ask where he got your signature.”

Arthur laid his pencil flat on the yellow legal pad.