"On my desk, perhaps, but not inside it, Mademoiselle. My desk draws are kept locked, as you well know. There is no key but my own." He added, removing the cigarette from between his lips and studying her carefully.
"The arrests were sucessful, for the most part. It is the paperwork which is the difficult task." He says, but then waves the subject away. "Why could you not wait to search for your gloves until I returned, Mademoiselle? You know my schedule, you knew I would be an hour at dinner, no more." He paused, and looked over his desk, a mess of papers, letters, warrants, notes and other documents that should have been filed away in their proper places, "Or perhaps you were attempting to help the servants with their spring cleaning?"