Chapter 67

“We had a surprise visitor. Noah’s father appeared at our door in a somewhat belligerent mood. To make a long story short, he blamed me for corrupting his little boy and took a swing at me.”

“I hope you hit him back,” Sylvia said.

“I didn’t get a chance to do that. For one thing, I spent a couple of minutes lying on the floor studying the ceiling—you should try it sometime, it gives you a whole new perspective on things. Anyhow, by the time I’d snapped out of it and figured out what had just happened, one of our guests, who also happens to be a policeman, had intervened. Mr. Webster swung at him, too, and was subsequently hauled off to jail in handcuffs, charged with simple assault on me and with assaulting a police officer. Enough said.”

Tom sat down at the piano and said, “Let’s do a little warm-up.”