A drouble based on One-Sentence Stories chapter 2: Hide.
"Watson!" He stormed his way into the sitting room. "Why do you keep hiding my things?!"
I turned to another page of the paper I had picked up in a hurry, hiding my smirk behind the pages. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Then why is your paper upside down?"
Blast his perceptiveness. "Because I'm not reading the paper," I admitted, finishing with, "I'm reading the magazine I have in it."
I was a horrible liar, and we both knew it. I fought to keep my voice steady, rattling off the half-truth while hiding my face behind the paper. I must have succeeded, for his voice gained a suspicious edge.
"What magazine?"
I dared to peek at him over the paper, one eyebrow raised.
"Are you sure you want to know that?" I asked, then looked back at the paper, though I kept him in sight as I let his imagination do the work for me.
He colored spectacularly and hurriedly returned to his room in his hunt for his dressing gown.
I lowered the paper with a grin, revealing his favorite pipe I held in my lap, and looked around for a place to hide it.