"Tell you what?"
The innocence of the Saint's wide blue eyes was blinding.
"Why not tell me at once that you'd bust the Records Office?" she said.
"Because," said the Saint blandly, "it wouldn't have been precisely true. I'm always very particular about telling the precise truth," he said virtuously.
"It's either true, or it isn't—"
"Talking of macaroons," said the Saint hurriedly, "have you noticed the last sheet?"
She looked.
"It's blank."
"A valuable curiosity. Once upon a time some person or persons whom we will call unknown unlawfully obtained private papers from the files of Scotland Yard. In place of said papers, the said person or persons left an equivalent number of blank sheets. The blank sheet you hold in your hand is a specimen of the same. Very interesting."
She stared.