"Indeed! Will you kindly tell me what 'it' is." Brian saw the trap into which he had fallen.
"No! I will not," he answered steadily.
"Was it a jewel?"
"No!"
"Was it an important paper?"
"I don't know."
"Ah! It was a paper. I can see it in your face. And was that paper of importance to you?"
"Why do you ask?"
Calton fixed his keen grey eyes steadily on Brian's face.
"Because," he answered slowly, "the man to whom that paper was of such value murdered Whyte."