"Going about my business."
"Entrance is prohibited. There was a policeman in front. The door was locked."
"There's a back door."
"That was locked too."
"Locks are silly things. Any fool should be able to handle such feeble devices."
Donovan was snarling. "Look, brother. You're talking yourself right into trouble. Now tell us what you're doing here and tell it quick."
"Reading the gas meter."
"Why?"
"Why would anyone read a gas meter? I work for the gas company. This place is on my route."
"I think you're lying."