He'll have to owe his gratitude to me.

And there's something else I can do for him, perhaps--I, and only I.A thing of value was stolen from him, it seems, a thing he was anxious to get back at any price--even the price of looking for it on a dead man's body.
Well, I think I know what that thing was--I think I have it." "What do you mean ?" I asked, astonished at her and at her manner--and her words.
"I'm not going to tell you what I mean.

Only I'm sure of what I'm saying--at least, that the thing _is_ valuable, worth risking a great deal for.

I learned that from experts this morning, while you and your aunt were thinking about hats." For an instant I was completely bewildered.

Then, suddenly, a strange idea sprang into my mind: "That brocade bag you picked up in the Rue d'Hollande last night!" It was the first time I had thought of it from that moment to this--there had been so many other things which seemed more important.
Lisa looked annoyed.