So, a police officer was at the door, being wicked, and I told him the whole story about everything.
He took back his arrest after that.
But he also said: “I must know what’s in the drawer. LottieOllie and Black-Jack are obviously going after something important. And if we’re to help, I must know.”
It sounded like sound logic (even though it didn’t sound), so I took him into my office, grabbed the keys, and unlocked the top drawer.
Before I pulled it open, this professor said, “Now, promise me, no telling a single brute what you see here.”
“Of course not,” the officer said. “I wouldn’t do that. All confidential.”
That’s when I opened the drawer–with a flourish, mind you. Inside, sat a bag of almond cookies, a finger file, a picture of Hector, two small Patriot helmets, and a penny.
A look of utter bewilderment came over the officer’s face. “What do you think she was going after?”
And he began to finger all the things in the drawer. I think he was looking for something.
“She was definitely going for the almond cookies, don’t you know. There’s a secret thingy in the package.”
That was it.
Quick as a bugger out of Spain, the officer grabbed the bag and ran!
Fastly fast, too.
See, I’d thought he was a spy of sorts.
That’s why I gave him stale cookies, see.
The really important thing that Lottie was trying to steal was in the second drawer.
After that episode, this professor felt really smart about himself, and I returned to the cushions of the couch.