Tino admired the excellent manicure job on his fingernails for a moment, then looked up at me with his big St. Bernard eyes. "One of these days I might find the time for it," he said pleasantly. "It could be kind of amusing." "Time for what?" I said. "Another manicure you don't need?" "To take you apart, copper," he smiled thinly. "See what kind of sawdust comes running out." "You said that deliberately," I told him reproachfully. "Now you know I won't sleep nights."|