"That line is useless," said Lionel brutally. He was playing for high stakes and could not afford to waste a trick. "Once I flirted and had the pleasure of a kiss. Never again, my pretty schemer! So don't try it on!"
She looked bewildered.
"You misunderstand me cruelly. But as I am to be beaten, let us get to business. What do you wish to know?"
"Where are the papers?"
She did not attempt to parry now. "They are not in this house."
"That is a lie."
She shrugged again.
"Monsieur is not discriminating. I tell you the truth. I took the papers and have hidden them. They are not here. If you like, here are my keys"—she held them out—"you may search my boxes."
He looked steadily at her. There was no wavering in her tone, no weakness in the eyes or mouth. Belief was imperative.
"Very well," he said. "Where have you hidden them?"