“A shoe manufacturer would hardly be likely to have any trade secrets that would be worth going to those lengths to steal.”
“You talk like a detective.”
“Heaven forbid,” said the Saint piously. “I’m only curious. What did he have in that briefcase?”
“I can’t imagine.”
“It must have been something very valuable. And yet you know nothing about it?”
“No.”
She was lying, it was as obvious as the Alps, but he tried not to make it so obvious that he saw it.
“Why did you come here,” he asked, “when you were just getting ready to move to America?”
“There were a few places we wanted to see before we left, because we didn’t know if we would ever come back.”
“And yet, on a simple vacation trip like that, your husband brought along something so valuable that he could be murdered for it — and never even mentioned it to you?”