She must not have remembered my reputation as a mooch. DANG!! It's heavy......must be gold. I'm also a sly sleuth, in the slippery sleazy ways of lock-picking. I walk over to the doorway, without attracting attention, find a rock, place the lock against the wall, and without attracting too much attention, start banging on it with the rock. [How many people are sleazy enough not to attract attention as they bang on the wall with a rock?] My skillful lockpicking ways soon overcome the lock, and I begin searching through the purse........Dang, she's got so many rocks in here, how do I find the gold. 'S gotta be in here somewhere....maybe a false bottom......I'm gonna need Cornellia's chainsaw to get through all this stuff. I eventually decide to check the crowd to make sure I haven't caught anybody's attention. Looking up, I notice everybody in the place is casually watching nothing but me. Blast! How did they notice? Just then, something with fangs glommed onto my hand. YOWWW!!! What'd you put in this thing? I'm bleeding. Danged lion, er crocodile, er somp'n.