As for the last question I think you can answer that also if you will." Saying which, he quietly replaced the scrap of paper in his pocket-book.
I followed the action with my eyes.

I caught a fresh glimpse of a darkened edge, and realised the cause of the faint odour which I had hitherto experienced without being conscious of it.

The scrap had been plucked out of the chimney.

She had tried to burn it.

I remembered the fire and the smouldering bits of paper which crumbled at my touch.