“There’s nothing wrong with that method of salesmanship?”
“No. It’s damn clever.”
Ashbury drew a handkerchief across his forehead. “And to think that I was so damn dumb — so eager to keep out of the boob’s business confidences — I didn’t see what was happening.”
I didn’t say anything.
After a while he said, “What are you planning to do, Lam?”
“How badly do you want to keep Bob out of jail?”
“No matter what happens,” he said, “we can’t have anything like that.”
“I thought I’d run up to Valleydale for a day or two.”
“Why?”
“That’s where they’re operating.”