Ah, where are Tony and the boys when you need them?
We went to a special interest festival camp years ago, where a female friend had her purse stolen. She knew who had taken it, although she hadn’t seen the theft itself, and went to one of the organizers, a guy named Tony. At breakfast in the dining hall the next morning she pointed him out to Tony, who said he’d take care of it. 5 minutes later, Tony flanked by these two big bruisers walked up behind the accused, and announced that a theft had occurred, that the perp was known, and that smart people knew that thefts simply do not happen here, and finally that he expected the goods would be back in the victim’s hands within the next 15 minutes. Never looked at the guy, never said who or what, just said his piece and walked away. BTW, Tony is Italian, very Italian.
Yes, indeed, they were.