Cheney said, "This morning, when you were sweeping the grave in the cemetery, I used your key and matched it in the nearest place."

I stepped forward and spread out my palm. "Hand over the key."

"No."

My face was black, and he was unmoved. He calmly said, "I spent my own money and matched the key. Why should I give it to you? I am not going to give it."

I nodded. "OK, I'll find someone to change the lock tomorrow."

"Then try another one. I want to see which shop dares to change this lock for you."

"Cheney, this is my own private space. Don't you think it's...