" Well, well, now, let’s see about you, Miss Teagarden,” the lawyer said jovially when we were alone. “Where’s that file? Gosh-a-Moses, it’s somewhere in this mess here!” Much rummaging among the papers on his desk. By now I was not deceived. Bubba Sewell for some reason found this Lord Peter Wimsey–like pretense of foolishness useful, but he was not foolish, not a bit. “Here we are, it was right there all the time!” He flourished the file as though its existence had been in doubt. "

― Charlaine Harris , A Bone to Pick (Aurora Teagarden, #2)