"See if the packing-case with the gold and silver plates is here or not." Mr.Finch did not quite relish being treated like an ordinary mortal, and being told what he was to do.
"Compose yourself, Madame Pratolungo," he said.

"No hysterical activity, if you please.

This business is in My hands.

Quite needless, ma'am, to tell Me to look for the packing-case." "Quite needless," I agreed.

"I know beforehand the packing-case is gone." That answer instantly set him fussing about the room.