She would also know that if you knew the facts, your interest was that of secrecy, the chance of which would be diminished in the excitement of a murder case. Now that's my reasoning, and through it I reach the conclusion that the facts revealed in that statement have nothing to do with the murder. I have since confirmed this by facts outside those from which I reasoned. I haven't told a soul this before, not even McManus. I don't want a soul save you to know it now; not even McManus. But now I'm going to ask you a question, which I believe has some bearing upon the causes of the murder, and that is: Why, if Mr. Wing had for two years been keeping many of his business papers at home, was there not one of them in his desk or safe the morning the murder was discovered?"
"No papers in his desk or safe?" she said, while a look almost of terror came over her face. "You must be mistaken! Why, there was a package on his desk, lying right on the writing-pad, when I bade him good-night."
"Would you recognise it again if you saw it?"
"Yes."
