. . . And so if the manuscript is correct, that means we have an appointment with the Abbot at noon! I’ll need you to drive, I need to make a few calls to my agent.
Well? Let’s go. There’s no time. What are you doing?
What do you mean you don’t have your keys? You had them just an hour ago, when we were disguised as agents in the Templars secret task force. Remember? You had them in your hand?
You can’t have lost them. They’re probably here. Think for a moment: What are keys made of?
That’s right: metal! And where does metal come from?
Don’t argue — think!
That’s right, ore! How many letters are in ore?
Three — a trinity! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Of course, they all form one supernatural entity, which gives us one. One set of keys! Car key, house key, and that one to the gardening shed are all one!
How do you write “one”? Like this. Now! What does that look like? A stick? Yes!
How do you write “one”? Like this: 1. Now! What does that look like? A rod? No, you’re looking at it upside-down. A stick? Yes!
Now: who carries a stick? This is easy: A conductor! They wave it around, and then the orchestra knows what to play. Now: what does an orchestra play?
Phillip Glass? Phillip Glass? Be serious. You’re not digging deep enough into the tertiary knowledge of the upper shallow depths of your mind. An orchestra plays Beethoven’s ninth symphony, right?
Right?
Now, the first four notes of Beethoven’s fifth symphony are G-G-G-E. The Fith is written in C minor. Three notes are “flattened” in C minor: E, A, and B. Flattened, you see? Now, what is flat?
Exactly! The bottom of a statue, or work of art!
So unless I miss my guess, we’ll find your keys underneath this bust of Beethoven!
Hah hah! You see?
OK, I was just messing with you. I put them there.
