“Now, you hit town yesterday afternoon on a plane, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Right away, you started stirring up a lot of trouble.”
“No.”
He raised his eyebrows. “No?” he asked sarcastically.
“No. A lot of trouble started stirring me up.”
He stared at me to see if I was cracking wise.
“Well, you involved Lieutenant Kleinsmidt in a fight, had an argument with the attendant in charge of the slot machines at the Cactus Patch, then had a street fight with a man by the name of Beegan, didn’t you?”
I said, “The attendant over at the Cactus Patch took a swing at me. He called for the police. Lieutenant Kleinsmidt answered. As far as the other is concerned, a man made an unprovoked assault upon both Kleinsmidt and me. Kleinsmidt really got going and this man beat it — fast.”
I glanced at the Lieutenant out of the corner of my eye. He was grinning. He liked that version of the fight.