I embraced you when you left--that I might feel if you had the cigar case or any other articles hidden on your body.

This confirmed me in the belief that you had already disposed of it in the manner and for the purpose I have shown you.

As I still believed you capable of remorse and confession, I twice allowed you to see I was on your track: once in the garb of an itinerant negro minstrel, and the second time as a workman looking in the window of the pawnshop where you pledged your booty." "But," I burst out, "if you had asked the pawnbroker, you would have seen how unjust"-- "Fool!" he hissed, "that was one of YOUR suggestions--to search the pawnshops! Do you suppose I followed any of your suggestions, the suggestions of the thief?
On the contrary, they told me what to avoid." "And I suppose," I said bitterly, "you have not even searched your drawer ?" "No," he said calmly.
I was for the first time really vexed.

I went to the nearest drawer and pulled it out sharply.

It stuck as it had before, leaving a part of the drawer unopened.