She came over, in spite of herself, like a mindless robot. He took her hand and drew her down on to the bed beside him.
"Is this all there ever was in this package?"
"I–I think so."
"Have you taken anything out?"
"No."
He knew she was telling the truth. As he was then, she could never have made him believe a lie.
"Was the envelope sealed when you put it in the checkroom?"
"Yes."
"It didn't look as if it had been tampered with when you got it out?"
"No."