"What do you want?" Slim asked, and just then a car appeared on the ramp, coming down to the reducer.
"I'm the building inspector. I'm checking on the weight you're putting in this building. It's an old building, you know." And all the time his eyes were darting everywhere.
"Did LaBombard send you?" asked Slim. The car was halfway down.
"Well, not exactly; we're interested in this from the safety angle."
A second car's nose showed around the curve. I began to sweat.
"Okay," said Slim. "Look us over. We do the parking upstairs."
"What do you do down here?" The inspector stared at the reducing stall.
"That's a new-fangled washing apparatus."
"What are all these toy cars on the floor down here?"
I practically swallowed my tongue. I had known that was coming.