"This woman has in her possession a packet of papers--of personal and private papers, which concern neither you nor her!" "But what if it _does_ concern me ?" demanded Keenan.
"The gentleman is talking nonsense," said Pobloff, unperturbed.

Yet he leaned forward and studied him more closely, through the half-light, studied him as the deliberating terrier might study the captured rat that had dared to bite back at him.

"This woman, I repeat, has certain papers about her!" "And what of that ?" cried Keenan blindly.

Frank saw, to her joy, that he was misled.
"Simply this: that if the lady I speak of hands those papers to me, here, the matter is closed, for all time!" "And if she doesn't ?" "Then she will do so later!" A grunt of sheer rage broke from Keenan's lips.

But he checked it, suddenly, and wheeled on the woman.
"Give him the package," he ordered.