"Not you?"
She shook her head.
"I was in the grounds—I saw you using your lamp and I was quite close to you when you picked up the wallet," she said listlessly, "but I was not on the bicycle."
"Who was it?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"May I have that please?"
She held out her hand and he hesitated.
After all, he had no right or title to this curious purse. He compromised by putting it on the table and she did not attempt to take it.
"Odette," he said gently and walked round to her, laying his hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" she asked, without looking up.