Arl was cocky. "Will you be a good girl now, Narka?"
The queen sighed and nodded. She had a look of disbelief on her face, but she walked off into the corner of the room. She looked as if she wanted to sit down, but then she thought better of it, and she stood there, sulking.
"Quick," George said. He helped Arl gather up the jewels, and even Myra helped, and then Narka was telling Arl, listlessly, where she had gotten them. Arl winked at George, his arms loaded with the treasures, and then he disappeared.
George opened the door. The cop stalked in, belligerently. "Now, what's going on? What's going on in here, that's what I wanna know!"
George frowned. "What do you mean, officer?"
"I mean, these jewels." He held out his hand, showing the three expensive items he had caught. "Better explain this good, bud."
There was only one thing to do, George thought. "Explain it? Explain what? What jewels are you talking about, officer?"
"These damn jewels in my hand, that's what!" The cop held his hand out, showing the two brooches and the necklace.
"I don't see any jewels," said George. "Myra, do you see any jewels?"