"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?"
"Huh? Why, of course--not. I don't see anything."
"Narka?"