Part 2

Reckon it may need a little more work but an idea in the making at least...

Continued...

The little man said nothing, his hat bent low over his face, but he pulled his coat aside slightly and pulled out a long black walking cane. He then lifted the cane above his head where it reached the door bell and leaned forward ever so slightly on his feet. DING-DONG went the bell as the wood pressed against it.

'Oh I see,' gulped Robert a little flustered. 'Er...ok, how can I help you?'

The cane went slowly backside the coat and out came a parcel which unfurled before him to reveal a string of cheap shiny watches.

'Oh! No. Sorry. I....not today thank you.' said Robert abruptly

He went to close the door, a little annoyed but relieved to get back to his supper. It failed to shut. Looking down he saw the black cane had once again appeared and was lodged between the door and the frame. He looked up crossly.
'Excuse me, but do you mind?'
The salesman held up a hand, indicating that he wanted one further moment.
'What?' Robert heaved impatient, widening the gap only slightly. 'To be frank sir, I am just about to sit down to dinner. I've had a long day and I'm really not in the mood.'
The cane returned to the coat...and out came a large portable stereo.

Where does he find the space?

The strange little man placed it on the floor and the pressed play.Extremely loud rock music began blaring out through the speakers. Robert instinctively raised his hands to his ears.

'What the-' he shouted 'Seriously I haven't got time for this - my food is getting cold!!!'

The stereo switched off abruptly. The man shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He picked up the stereo and turned to go.

'Wait!' yelled Robert, perplexed. 'What was the point of that? What was the sell?'

The man kept walking. He waved his hand dismissively after him. Robert rolled his eyes. 'Weirdo,' he muttered under his breath and slammed the door. He was still pulling a disgruntled face and wondering about the bizarre incident as he entered the kitchen, but confusion quickly switched to alarm when he looked down at his dinner plate.

It was empty...

Glass littered the kitchen surface by the window and a small red brick lay nearby on the carpet. Robert's mouth hung open in horror. It had all been a distraction! He swiftly retraced his steps back to the front door, which he quickly flung open. He ran out into the street, looking frantically both ways.

A little distance away he spotted something and he quickly moved towards it. There, on the pavement lay a pile of clothes: the tench coat, the hat and the shiny string of watches. Further on he could make out a cane and the large portable stereo. Squinting further still into the distance, he could have sworn he saw two big bushy orange tails rapidly disappear round the corner...

...but most telling of all that a crime had been committed was the lone yellow chip, stained with red ketchup, reassembling a severed finger, not far from his shoe...