No good for loot-hiding—but we see one house with no lights on. Hmmm—should we ‘visit’ it? We decide ‘no’ and drove away. After some conversation, we decide to hide the loot in my garage underneath my ride mower. Lawn mowing season is still 2 months away: the stuff will be safe and I’ll check it every once-in-a-while.”
Sherlock: “I cannot help but remember that time. But back to what we were talking about before.
Your being my brethren, you sure you’re not upset because I wanted to kick Sherlock Holmes aside or bury it as some might say.”
“Let’s see if you can get your head around this. Let’s pretend you are a mirror and I’m looking at it, and I ask you, do I look upset? And your answer would be….”
“No you don’t.”
“I don’t what?”