Conrad Purlescue scribbled a note on some foolscap and stuck it under the saucer. He glanced around the room.
There was a loud crack and walnuts rained down from a hole in the ceiling. Conrad's arm jerked--as though tugged like a marionette string--and his tea cup and saucer flipped over ruining the small piece of paper.
Conrad's nose ran. He cleared his throat. "Anyone... That is... Is there anyone here with a piece of paper?"
Henrietta pushed her dark glasses up her nose and quickly turned away.
A Trifle about a Tea Cup by Youncey Cordwainer (1983)