Jarvis bowed ceremoniously.
“Certainly I know,” he acknowledged.
“Didn’t you give it to her?”
“I shall not answer you.”
“Well, you did, and I can prove it.”
“How?”
David sprang forward with a triumphant laugh and snatched a small object from the desk.
“I have been sitting where I could look at your writing traps,” he exulted. “And I saw—this!”
Jarvis appeared quite unmoved.