The girl detective walks out of the house one early morning and sits in front of it. A young man approaches her.
“Do you know what’s strange?” He asks. “The things you find pushed away in your closet. Just last week, as I was trying to find some nice dress pants for a dinner, I found a radio antenna.” The man waits for a response, and then he continues. “You know, I have been missing something for the past couple of months, and I suspect that it is somewhere in some closet.”
The girl detective shifts her eyes towards him. “I suppose all that means is that you need to continue searching in it.”
“I didn’t say my closet, I said some closet. I don’t think it is in mine as I’ve searched through it already, though I keep finding new things everyday.” The man sighed. “If I don’t find it soon I am afraid that I am in deep trouble.”
“What sort of trouble?” The girl detective inquired. She wanted to know what sort of conversation she was getting into.
“The kind of trouble you don’t want to get into,” the man answered, as a matter-of-factly.
“And what is it you are trying to find?”
“I haven’t got a clue.” The young man replied.