She swept across the room and seated herself with her back to the window. It was a queenly presence⁠—tall, graceful, and intensely womanly. “ Mr. Holmes,” she said⁠—and her white-gloved hands clasped and unclasped as she spoke⁠—“I will speak frankly to you in the hopes that it may induce you to speak frankly in return. There is complete confidence between my husband and me on all matters save one. That one is politics. On this his lips are sealed. He tells me nothing. Now, I am aware that there was a most deplorable occurrence in our house last night. I know that a paper has disappeared. But because the matter is political my husband refuses to take me into his complete confidence. Now it is essential⁠—essential, I say⁠—that I should thoroughly understand it. You are the only other person, save only these politicians, who knows the true facts. I beg you then, Mr. Holmes, to tell me exactly what has happened and what it will lead to. Tell me all, Mr.