"There never was any other girl," I said. "There was always only the one, but she failed...."
I saw that she had some intimate little revelation on the tip of her tongue, so, for fear she might say too much—one never knows what a woman will say if she fancies any words of hers will gain the day—I said briskly, "Now, about those papers, Moira. Where did you look?"
"Everywhere, Jim."
"You couldn't have. There's one place at least where you haven't looked."
"And that?" she queried eagerly.
"The place where they're hidden," I answered disconcertingly.
"Oh," she said blankly; and then, "Have you any idea where that is?"
I shook my head. "None at all, Moira. Still your uncle told you that they were in his study, and as you say they couldn't have been taken away, the only thing to do is to look in every likely place for a start."
"And if we find nothing?"
"Then we'll look in the unlikely places. And as there's no time like the present, I suggest we start now."