"That was about five weeks ago," he said, musingly.
"About that."
He covered his eyes with one hand a few moments as if in deep thought. When he looked up he had regained the pleasant expression with which the interview began.
"Now, about your being in my room, Mr. Camran. Do you wish to say anything in regard to that?"
I took from my pocket the package I had found in his trunk and silently held it up for his inspection.
"You intend to retain those things, I presume," he said, with excessive politeness.
"With your permission," I answered, not to be outdone in courtesy by a thief.
"Certainly," he said. "And the bracelet, will you do me the favor to find some way in which it may be returned to the owner?"
What a cool rascal he was! I could not help admiring his sang froid, the like of which I had never seen or heard of.
"The shirt stud, I think is yours," he went on, affably, "and the earrings belong to your cousin? Yes, that was my impression. Let me, if I may be so bold, advise you to keep them under better surveillance in the future. Now, that I may not be blamed by Miss Carney for keeping you too long, let me say that if you have finished we will call this interview at an end, except for one question. Do you intend to do anything disagreeable about the matter?"