Read the excerpt from "Lather and Nothing Else" He went on talking. He evidently took it for granted that I was on the side of the existing regime. "The people must have gotten a scare with what happened the other day,” he said. "Yes,” I replied, as I finished tying the knot against his nape, which smelt of sweat. "Good show, wasn’t it?” "Very good,” I answered, turning my attention now to the brush. The man closed his eyes wearily and awaited the cool caress of the lather. How does this conversation build suspense in the story?