Under the couch in a far corner of a small university pub, four 20-something fellows find an unlocked briefcase containing:
- one paperback thriller novel,
- one crossword puzzle printed on a sheet of 8-1/2 by 11 paper, and
- one 1/2-pound solid milk chocolate Easter rabbit, intact.
The lads think themselves honest, so close the lid and tuck the briefcase back under the couch to wait for its owner's return.
"Let's have another look at that puzzle."
The clues seem unusually difficult, and so back goes the briefcase. Somehow the ears of the bunny fall off along the way.
"Let's see if the novel's any good."
Critiques are offered, and the briefcase returns again, the rabbit slightly decapitated.
"Let's just eat the damned bunny already."
At the end of the evening, the briefcase is handed in trust to the barkeep containing:
- one paperback thriller novel, and
- one crossword puzzle printed on a sheet of 8-1/2 by 11 paper.
The events as I have described them occurred some twenty-three years ago this week. The mystery of the briefcase's contents and owner remains unsolved.