“I believe you stole them from the viceroy's place.”
“That, of course—Well, never mind! What you may believe is nothing to me.”
“Will you tell Mr. Doane about them?”
“Certainly not. And you won't.”
“Why shouldn't I?”
“It's none of your business.”
“Perhaps it's my duty.”
“Listen”—he felt himself wholly in the right, yet found difficulty in meeting her cold pale eyes—“it's my impression that I've been acting rather decently toward you. Of course, I could have—”
“What could you have done?”
“For you own good, keep your voice down. I will tell you just this—you were pretty wild in Shanghai for a week or two.”