"Because I am done with thieving."
She threw back her head and laughed, but without mirth: "A likely story, monsieur! Have you reformed since I caught you here—?"
"Does it matter when? I take it that proof, visible, tangible proof of my sincerity, more than a meaningless date, would be needed to convince you."
"No doubt of that, Monsieur the Lone Wolf!"
"Could you ask better proof than the restoration of your stolen property?"
"Are you trying to bribe me to let you off with an offer to return my jewels?"
"I'm afraid emergency reformation wouldn't persuade you—"
"You may well be afraid, monsieur!"
"But if I can prove I've already restored your jewels—?"
"But you have not."
"If madame will do me the favour to open her safe, she will find them there—conspicuously placed."
"What nonsense—!"
"Am I wrong in assuming that madame didn't return from England until quite recently?"
"But today, in fact—"
"And you haven't troubled to investigate your safe since returning?"
"It had not occurred to me—"
"Then why not test my statement before denying it?"
With an incredulous shrug Madame Omber terminated
