"However, you can rid yourself of the shadow of one as soon as you like after luncheon.

It would be quite safe now, I think, for me to take back that packet." "Yes," he assented slowly, "I suppose that it would." She looked up into his face.

Something that she saw there brought her own delicate eyebrows together in a slight frown.
"You will give it me after lunch ?" she proposed.
"I think not," was the quiet reply.
"You were only entrusted with it for a time," she reminded him, with ominous calm.

"It belongs to me." "A document received in this surreptitious fashion," he pronounced, "is presumably a treasonable document.

I have no intention of returning it to you." She walked by his side for a few moments in silence.