Sometimes a violin case is just a violin case.
It’s not a holster for a machine gun, lying in wait to be brought out to mow down gangsters and rival thugs.
It’s not a spy’s valise, carrying government secrets that if they fall into the wrong hands could topple kings and presidents.
It’s not a treasure chest, a safe place to conceal magnificent riches, hidden away from those who seek to steal your diamonds and gold.
Sometimes, it’s merely a leather attaché, lined with plush blue velvet and silk to tenderly cushion a delicate and prized musical instrument.