 I watched Brother Pocket as he paced back and forth across the small room, scratching his chin and thoughtfully glancing up at the blank spaces on the wall where the photographs had been. He was still pacing the room when Sergeant McKay arrived. How about it, Mr. Pocket? As I told Mr. Dollar, Sergeant, I'm positive that this entire wall was covered with photographs. Uh-huh. And now there are several missing.