THE YELLOW DOVE
Her audacity rather startled him, but he folded his arms and leaned back smiling.
“The papers of Riz-la-Croix, of course,” he said amiably.
“And how do you know they’re in my possession?”
He shrugged.
“Because they couldn’t possibly be anywhere else.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I have exhausted every other resource.”
“You’re frank at least—including the burglary at Ashwater Park and the messing in my box upstairs?”
“And since you must know the full truth,” he continued politely, “the careful search of your room in your absence this evening—including the removal of the rugs and bedding. Oh, don’t be disturbed, I beg of you,” as she made a movement of alarm, “they have all been replaced with a nice care for detail.”
“And if I told Lady Heathcote of this”
“I am quite sure that the best interests of all,” he said politely, “are conserved—by silence.”
She meditated a moment, her gaze on the coals.
“Yes,” she said slowly, “you’re clever—more than ordinarily clever. I can’t understand how I could ever have refused you. But don’t you think your methods have been a little—er—unchivalrous?”
“The importance of my objects admitted of no delay. I hope you have not been inconvenienced”
“Not in the least,” calmly. “My recollection of your many civilities merely made me think that your agents were overzealous.”
“I am sorry,” he said genuinely. “It could not be helped. You and I are merely pawns in a game greater than anything the world has ever known.”
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