"Chicka called in a panic. You weren't here, so I spoke to him." "More opals?" Bob nodded. "The Kelvin Kookaburras are loaded with them. Same as before, Chicka says. Good quality black opals." At our advice, the Hartnidge brothers had rented a unit in a self-storage facility and were keeping all the toys shipped to them in that secure location. We had some of the smuggled gems in our safe in the offices, but it was more than likely that undetected stones were still concealed in the little bodies of other toys. "I've been thinking," I said to Bob. "Maybe we should set a trap. Get Alf and Chicka to bring some of the Kelvin Kookas into the Burbank office and leave them there. Then see who acts suspiciously. Lonnie could set up a concealed video camera, couldn't he?" "Nanny cams," said Bob. "Parents install them to check that the nanny minding their children isn't abusing the kids when no one's watching. We've handled a couple of cases recently." He grimaced. "Very upsetting." "Crikey," I said, "people can be gross, can't they?
