She sat up straight. “Good gracious. You act as though it were a secret. Tell me, this minute.”
“Why, as a matter of fact,” said Wint good-naturedly, “I want to talk to him about a sewer the city’s going to put in through some land he owns. I guess you’re not interested in sewers.”
She grimaced, and said she should say not. “I thought maybe it was something about the bootleggers,” she said. “Everybody’s talking about them. What are you going to do to them?”
Wint laughed. “That’s like the instructions for destroying potato bugs,” he said. “First, catch your potato bug.”
“You mean you haven’t caught any?”
“Not yet.”
“Are you trying to?”
“Why, we’ve got our eyes open.”
“I love to hear about criminals and everything,” she said. “What will you do to them when you get them? Send them to jail?”
“Well, I’ll do that, if I can’t do anything worse.”