"I watched by the body the first night after death, and remembering where he had put the letter, I took his keys from under his pillow and obtained it, then I locked up the desk and replaced the keys."
"Ah, perhaps you don't know that you have been guilty of a felony?"
"I don't care," she retorted defiantly. "You won't tell?"
"Won't I? that depends; at all events I'd like to look at that letter," he said, stretching out his hand.
She put the letter quickly behind her back.
"No, you won't see it."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't trust you."
"Very well," he said deliberately, "if you don't let me see the contents of the letter, I'll go straight to the lawyers when they arrive and tell them you stole it."
"You would not be such a villain?" she cried in despair.