“That’s a guess.”

“It’s the only one that fits.”

“He’d have done something by now if he meant to,” Arthur said.

“Nobody spends forty thousand dollars to settle a grudge in public.”

“You don’t know him.”

“No,” Arthur said.

“I know tournaments.”

Behind them the atrium doors kept opening and closing, mothers going through with packets and paper cups, nobody looking up at the wall at all.