All eyes were on the Accountant -- the man known for spreading his confidential client paperwork all over Our Favorite Starbucks -- this morning as word spread that he's replaced his usual armload of loose papers with an actual briefcase. "Get a load of that," said one witness, "Papa's got a brand, new bag!" The briefcase, a stylish, black leather number with loads of compartments and two combination locks, looked like a portable Fort Knox. "Hmmmm," I said, "Perhaps he's under the impression that people have been reading over his shoulder. I guess you can't be too careful these days." For those of you who weren't at 7th and Montana this morning, his papers are now stored neatly in the briefcase. As soon as he writes a check, he seals it in an envelope and files it away in one of the compartments. Outgoing mail has its own slot and his "action pile" is securely stored in a file of its own. There's just one catch: He walked away and left the whole thing unattended this morning while he was in the Men's Room. Moving forward, I guess if anyone wants to know what the Accountant is up to, they'll have to offer him a Bran Muffin ...!