"To be specific, the young gentleman's chocky sticks and switchblade will 
have to come out of his trousers and lodge here, in the loving care of me and 
my colleagues, and I will have to have a good long look at that monstrous chunk 
of rod logic, batteries, sensor arrays, and what-have-you that the
young lady is carrying in her little knapsack, concealed, unless I am mistaken, 
in the guise of a book. Hmmm?" And the Constable turned toward them with his 
eyebrows raised very high on his forehead, shaking the plaid box.