For a while she remained silent, then she looked at him curiously:
“Were you armed?”
“I carry an automatic pistol in my portfolio pocket.”
She shrugged.
“You were a fool to come into that house without carrying it in your hand.”
“Where would you be now if I had done that?”
“Dead, I suppose,” she said carelessly.... “What are you going to do with me?”
He was in excellent humour with himself; exhilaration and excitement still possessed him, keyed him up.
“Fancy,” he said, “a foreign embassy being mixed up in a plain case of grand larceny!—robbing with attempt to murder! My dear but bloodthirsty young lady, I can hardly comprehend it.”
She remained silent, looking straight in front of her.