The Minotaur Brayed, I Never Touched Your Brooch

The girl rushed past the two of them and mashed her hand against the phone at the bedside table. Almost immediately, the concierge materialized. Baroness, it cried out with fessional alarm. What seems to be the trouble the mongrel stole from me, she wailed. She's lying, the minotaur brayed, i never touched your goddamned jewelry. You must have dropped it before we got here. Been making a habit of that kind of thing lately, friend.