"Nothing you or your friends would care for," he said meaningly.
"I must be the judge of that," she retorted. "Please open that suit case."
"How can I if my hands are in the air?" he expostulated, now intensely interested in the novelty of being held up by this graceful and vaguely pretty silhouette.
"You may lower your arms to unpack the suit case," she said.
"I—I had rather not if you are going to keep me covered with your pistol."
"Of course I shall keep you covered. Unpack your booty at once!"
"My—what?"
"Booty."
"Madam, do you take me for a thief? Have you, by chance, entered the wrong house? I—I cannot reconcile your voice with what I am forced to consider you—a housebreaker—"
"We will discuss that later. Unpack that bag!" she insisted.