People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.

Ursula K. Le Guin

"What do you mean the jewels are gone?"

Conrad Sinclair stared at Barty Winston from across the expansive mahogany desk in his office. The wood had been so finely polished that he could see his own ghostly reflection if he leaned close enough to the surface.

"There was a burglary." Barty shifted uncomfortably in the chair opposite Conrad's desk. ...