It's the Club Championship and you and your opponent are tied on the final tee...
You bury it down the middle leaving a wedge in... He slices into the virgin woods on the right...
You assist him in an allout search...two minutes...three minutes...four minutes...
He says, "Go and play yours, I'll keep looking..."
You take aim and strike your approach nicely...
As it lands on the green and stops 12 feet from the pin, you hear...
"I found it!"...turning to see him about to play a clear shot along the edge of the woods...
He hits stony; a certain birdie tap-in
NOW... HERE'S THE QUANDRY:
Do you tell the cheating bastard that his ball is in your pocket?