At the end of another dull day, I found a wallet on the floor of the ferry. At least that is what I was trying to tell security.

“But this lady here,” the security guard motioned to the elderly woman next to him, “says she saw you take it.”

“Look lady,” I said, “I wasn’t even near this part of the ferry.”

“Then how do you explain having it?” she asked.

I looked sidelong at the security guard. “Like I’ve said, I was on my way to report it when I was stopped.”

The guard tapped my shoulder. “Wait here.” He spoke with several passengers in front of the woman’s seat. They cast furtive glances my way. He returned to face my accuser. “No. I’m afraid they don’t remember seeing this man ma’am.

“That settles it then,” I said.

“He could have come from there.” She pointed to a stairwell directly behind her seat and the guard raised his eyebrows at me.

“I can’t believe it.” I shook my head. “Lady, did you even get a look at this guy?”

“No, but I’m sure I saw you walking away just before my wallet went missing.”

“So you didn’t even see the guy’s face,” I said.

She looked at the guard, then at me before her eyes settled gloomily downward. Then her head jerked upward. “I didn’t need to see you.”

“What?” Now I knew she’d lost it.

She pointed to the tiny security camera facing us.

“Oh.”