“It felt too easy, him wearing a target on his chest and all.”
“Yes, Esme.”
“And that mask. Ha! Has to go around trying to frighten ordinary folks 'cause he can’t figure out how to make them frighten themselves is all.”
“Not like you, eh, Esme?”
“Not a bit. Recognizes a criminal mind when it’s thinking right under his nose, though.”
“So do you, Esme.”
"Only because I’ve known you for seventy years, Goethe Ogg!
“Esme!”
“He was good at seeing what’s there and not seeing what’s not. He had a good head on his shoulders for detectorin’.”
“Still does, Esme.”
“No thanks to that cat.”
“No, Esme. Still, he thought he was doin’ the right thing. I mean, his heart was in the right place and all.”
“Hmf! Greebo seemed to think that was under the porch, washed down with some milk. Probably the rest of the cow, too.”
“Yes, Esme.”
