So the money was stolen 2 hours ago.

I had kept it under my protection over a long-time family duty thing.  A big, heavy, wood-rotting chest filled with every possible monetary wonder ever imaginable: gold coins, gems, invaluable jewelry –and a pair of boxers.

See, that’s how I realized it was gone.

And the time of thievery estimation? My advisors doing. Thus far, I trust him in the management of my affairs more than I trust myself in anything basically. Even my toothbrush, which he keeps safely stocked in a glass case that pours colorful lights inside the bathroom every time I come in. 

Anyway...

When I let him know about the boxers' situation, he came up with the next info:

“You have 23 pairs of underwear clean and folded inside the top drawer of your main dresser.”

So I reformulated.

“Oh,” he said then, somewhat not oh surprised. “It was taken two hours ago.”

I bolted outside of the room, profoundly incensed.