“Nothing,� said Fay.
“Now the package ye got from the embassy’s safe.� The request was almost cheerful as if the inspector expected no trouble at all in this connection. Fay stared at him and shook his head.
“I have no package,� he said.
“What, mon—no packet! Ye made considerable mess of the safe in Holland. A hear from reliable sources that ye took the outer door, the day door and the inner box like a blacksmith.â€�
Fay removed his overcoat, tossed his cap on the bunk, then stepped toward MacKeenon.
“You can search me,â€� he offered. “I didn’t bungle that job—as you think. I’m not going to talk with you until I see Sir Richard. I may be misquoted. You well know that anything I say may be used against me.â€�
MacKeenon straightened himself, waited until the leaping destroyer had taken the downswing of a long glide, then he tapped Fay’s pockets with professional concern. He finished with the overcoat and the cap. His lips wore a puzzled expression as he stepped back through the door.
“Ye gave the package to the girl?� he asked.
“See her! I’ll not talk and I don’t think she will. I got what I was sent after!�
“Ye got it! Where is it?�