"Whit?" I shout excitedly.
He gets a fright and wonders what he should tell me when I start pressing him for full information.
"It was Pakistanis. They had a van and they were carrying seats out to it."
"And could you see inside the Lyceum?"
"No, not really. Just down a dark corridor."
"A-ha, but there was a corridor - and what could you see down it?"
"Nothing, it was dark."
"Yes, but there must be some kind of hall behind the front of the cinema - for them to keep the seats in. And were the seats red velvet?"
"Em, yeah, they were."
Just what is going on here?