"When I tell you a thing—that is what you are to think," she said crisply.
"Yes.... I realize that now. I am sorry. May I ask your forgiveness?"
"Yes—please."
"Then—I do ask it."
"Accorded."
"May I ask a little more?" he continued.
"What?"
"May I ask you to tell me what you did with those papers after the deck steward gave them to you?"
"I shall not tell you."
"Then I am afraid that I shall have to tell you how you disposed of those papers. You first went to the stewardess and borrowed a needle and thread and then asked permission to sit in her room and do a little necessary sewing——"