“Oh, yes,” he said.
“I didn't know; you never mentioned the matter. I trust your aunt was not distressed on receiving the papers—they were papers, were they not?”
“Yes, papers.”
“A letter, perhaps?” said Benson. Stephen's reticence struck him as being odd. He glanced sharply at him.
“No, it was not a letter,” said Stephen slowly. “Merely some business papers.”
Benson turned toward him quickly.
“What is that you tell me?” he asked. “All of Stephen Landray's papers were in my hands.”
“Not business in that sense, Uncle Jake; accounts and memorandum of one sort and another.”
“Oh, I see,” said Benson drily.
“There is one matter they don't quite understand,” faltered Stephen.