Hugh Hamilton
At that very moment, another of those famous knocks (or rings, if you're that way inclined) sounded from the door.
"The door!" cried Hugh.
But Ben had already opened it and led a grumpy looking man with a bugle inside.
"You again?" said Hugh rudely.
"Yes."
"What now?"
"I'd like to find the bastards who took my briefcase again and stole my wife's only possession."
Hugh quickly shoved something in a drawer.
"Okay," said Ben. "Presumedly you have some sort of note with all the relevant details?"
"No," replied the man before blowing his bugle and leaving.
"Nice man," commented Hugh.
"Did she, by any chance, get a good look at you while you were wrenching off her clothes?" asked Ben.
"Don't worry," said Hugh, "they never do."
"Hugh...."
"Okay, so I seduced her, blind folded her, then took her clothes from the bed post."
"Hugh..."
"I dressed her up as a dog, called the pound and bought her clothes."
"Hugh..."
"Okay, so I didn't need to dress her up."
"Hugh..."
"Don't fret. I hired a cat burglar to do it."
"For how much?"
"A dollar an hour."
"That's good. How long did he take?"
"About twenty thousand hours."
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