It was most unlikely he would be able to find anything--most unlikely there was anything to find.

He was sure he had sent back everything.

And then a look in the fine hazel eyes--like a horse putting back its ears.
All of no avail--against the laughing persistence which insisted on the letters.

"But I must have them--I really must! It is a horrid tragedy, and I told you everything--things I had no business to tell you at all." On which, at last, a grudging consent to look, followed by a marked determination to go back to the drawing-room....
But it was the second _tete-a-tete_ that was really adroit! After tea--just a touch on the arm--while the Duchess was showing the Nattiers to Mrs.Barnes, and Lelius was holding the lamp.

"One moment more!--in the conservatory.