Constable Moore, as he introduced himself, examined Harv's weapons with 
more care than really seemed warranted, as if they were relics freshly exhumed 
from a pyramid. He took care to compliment Harv on their presumed 
effectiveness, and to meditate aloud on the grave foolishness of anyone's 
messing about with a young fellow like Harv. The weapons went into one of the 
cupboards, which Constable Moore locked by talking to it. "And now the book, 
young lady," he said to Nell, pleasantly enough.