He drew Weiss on one side.
"Stella has got it," he whispered, in a tone of triumph.

"Get rid of this girl easily.

That is what she must mean." Weiss turned round and faced her.
"My dear Miss Longworth," he said, "a thief I would have been if I could have found the chance, and a thief I would have made of you if you would have stolen that paper for me, because I considered that it belonged to us, and we had a moral right to take it.

But the fact remains that we have not got it.

When I heard your name announced I hoped that you had brought it to us." "You have not got it!" she repeated contemptuously.
"Upon my honour we have not!" Littleson declared.
"Perhaps," she said, turning to him, "you will deny that it was you who incited my cousin Stella to come and rob her own father ?" The two men exchanged swift glances.