"'It must be several thousands, on dead weight'"
"Sure," and he laughed pleasantly.
"You mean you—you—you stole it?" The words came with an effort.
"Well, I'd hardly call it that," remarked the Burglar. "That's a harsh word. Still, it's in my possession; it wasn't given to me, and I didn't buy it. You may draw your own conclusions."
The bag lay beside him and his left hand caressed it idly, lovingly. For a long time there was silence.
"What luck did you have?" he asked again.
There was a startled gasp, a gurgle and accusing indignation in the Girl's low, tense voice.
"You—you stole it!"
"Well, if you prefer it that way—yes."