"An idea."
"Yes?"
"Why not sequestrate him?"
"What's that?"
"Hide him away."
"Where on earth could I hide him?"
"Good gracious, Bobby, haven't you any imagination?"
"Not much," replied the unfortunate Bobby. "I was never any good at working out things, and now I'm so addled I can't think."
"Well, now, listen to me. I don't want to be accessory before the act in this business, and I only make suggestions. Tell me, do you not sometimes go duck-shooting?"