“Simply a packet of tobacco, Maryland tobacco, which used to lie about on the desk.”
Prasville was petrified. He muttered, guilelessly:
“Oh, if I had only known! I’ve had my hand on that packet of Maryland a dozen times! How stupid of me!”
“What does it matter?” said Clarisse. “The great thing is that the discovery is made.”
Prasville pulled a face which implied that the discovery would have been much pleasanter if he himself had made it. Then he asked:
“So you have the list?”
“Yes.”
“Show it to me.”
And, when Clarisse hesitated, he added:
“Oh, please, don’t be afraid! The list belongs to you, and I will give it back to you. But you must understand that I cannot take the step in question without making certain.”