"Aren't you a beast!" she said.
The Saint sighed.
"Do we have to go into that again?"
She considered him, pouting.
"But you do really like me quite a lot, don't you?"
"Darling, I adore you."
"Well, I hope you do, because if you don't I'm going to scream for help and bring the whole town in. On the other hand, provided you're reasonable…"
The Saint put his hands in his pockets. He was patient to the point of languor, completely sure of the eventual outcome. He could afford to bide his time. These preliminaries were incidental illuminations rather than delays.
"Yes, if I'm reasonable," he said. "Go on. I'm interested."
"What I mean," she said, "is this. You can't get away from the fact that I'm just as much entitled to these papers as you are. If it comes to that, I'm probably more entitled to them, because after all Johnny gave them to me. So if I let you see them, I don't see why we shouldn't work together. You suggested it first, anyway, and after all you do make lots of money, don't you?"