I came out of the shower toweling myself and manipulating a selection of clean clothing out of the closet in my bedroom. "The law," I observed, "is administered by the _Intent_ of the Law, and not by the Letter, isn't it?" "Oh, sure," he said. "But I'm not qualified to interpret the law. I'll arrest you and bring you to trial and then it's up to some judge to rule upon your purity and innocence of criminal intent, and freedom from moral taint or turpitude. Maybe take weeks, you know." "And what's the alternative?" …