"We don't want to search them, do we?
Besides, what authority have we?"
"The best," he answered, tapping with his discoloured forefinger
the signature at the foot of the strip of paper.
She examined it with a doubtful frown.
"But how did this come into your possession?" she asked.
He smiled at her in superior fashion.
"By asking for it," he replied bluntly. "And between you and me,
Miss Abbeway, there isn't much we might ask for that they'd care
to refuse us just now."
"But the police have already searched Mr. Orden's rooms," she
reminded him.
"The police have been known to overlook things. Of course, what I
am hoping is that amongst Mr. Orden's papers there may be some
indication as to where he has deposited our property."
"But this has nothing to do with me," she protested. "I do not
like to be concerned in such affairs."
"But I particularly wish you to accompany me," he urged. "You are
the only one who has seen the packet. It would be better,
therefore, if we conducted the search in company."
Catherine made a little grimace, but she objected no further. She
objected very strongly, however, when Fenn tried to take her arm
on leaving the place, and she withdrew into her own corner of the
taxi immediately they had taken their seats.
"You must forgive my prejudices, Mr. Fenn," she said--"my foreign
bringing up, perhaps--but I hate being touched."
"Oh, come!" he remonstrated. "No need to be so stand-offish."
He tried to hold her hand, an attempt which she skilfully
frustrated.
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