Curiosity killed the cat

Last night he told me that the Inner Sanctum has acquired a couple of nicknames. For one of them JK Rowling is at least partially and wholly indirectly to blame. When the Paper Shuffler in Chief is in Residence it is known as Gringotts. Yes it is the cash office and yes, there is a lot of the stuff in there at times - particularly on Monday before the first cash collection; no I'm not calling her a dragon, as such. Anyone wanting to have the stuff away would have to get through several layers of security it would be wrong of me to divulge and it very much helps to be in legitimate possession of A Key.

It was perfectly obvious that he regretted telling me this almost before the words were out of his mouth. Because I had to ask him what the other one was, and he knew that. So he had to lie (through his teeth, as usual) and tell me he can't remember what it is. So I gave him a couple of minutes and asked him again what the other nickname is. And he still wouldn't tell me. So now my blood's up. He's got many, many faults but his brain is actually in quite good shape so far for a very heavy drinker. There is no way he can't know it after a day at work.

Of course he's also had an entire day to come up with a plausible, er, falsehood.

Damn