And the work of two minutes to wind out the winch. Just as you finish, your brother comes wandering down to where you are. ‘What are you doing?’ he wants to know. ‘Nothing,’ you say, quickly throwing the lever on the winch forwards. ‘Hey, look at this.’ You lead him across to a broken-down chest of drawers. It’s essential to get him away from the winch so he can’t see what’s happening. As he examines the drawers you sneak a glance back over your shoulder. Yes, it’s working! ‘Oh no, look!’ you suddenly scream. ‘AAAAGHHHH!’ ‘Sure, sure,’ he says. ‘I know what you’re trying to do. I’m not that stupid.’ ‘Yes you are,’ you think, but you don’t say that out loud. Instead you screech, ‘Just look, please, please!’ Scornfully he turns around and stares into the shadows where you’re pointing. ‘You can’t fool me,’ he starts to say, ‘There’s nothing that can . . .’ Then he sees the lid of the trunk opening, inch by inch, as the winch slowly winds up.
