C60 The Person Who Ruined the Good Thing

Westley's hand paused midair before he turned to identify the disturbance.

Mr. Ferguson stood at the doorway, a basin of water in his grasp, fixing Westley with a furious stare. Should Westley step out of line, Mr. Ferguson looked ready to charge and deliver a thrashing.

"Easy there, Mr. Ferguson. I'm not some kind of lecher," Westley said with a wry smile