Ms. Stressalot was more anxious than her usual self. That morning, she had forgotten to lock her wardrobe and had later found that her new watch, encrusted with gems, was missing. She called over her friend Ms. Thinkalot to discuss the matter. The duo was seated across the
untidy dining table. It was covered with the remnants of the day’s breakfast—plates with half eaten slices of bread, a jar of jam, a small pitcher of milk, a coffee pot, a glass with smoothie dregs, a spoon and a small strainer.

“The table is a mess, and I haven’t had the time to clean it yet, what with the watch being stolen,” Stressalot said.

“Don’t worry, dear. We shall find it. But you should start asking your tenants to wash the dishes after their breakfast,” Thinkalot told her friend.

“Oh, I don’t let them into the kitchen since I like to do things a certain way,” Stressalot replied.

“You stress a lot! Let’s take the metro to the carnival in town,” Thinkalot persisted.

“The metro! No. I never use it. It is very expensive, and I have to tend to this place all day,” Stressalot replied.

Stressalot ran a lodge which currently had three tenants. That morning she had been late to wake up and, in a hurry, had left the wardrobe in her bedroom open. Thinkalot could see into the room from the dining room. On the bed were piles of clothes and documents that Stressalot had dumped from her cabinets while searching for the watch. The floor was littered with visiting cards, a metro card, several stacks of bills and a hair tie.

Thinkalot decided to interrogate the tenants and called them up.

Ms. Thinkalot went into Stressalot’s room and was able to zero in on the thief. How?