 The police are taking care of everything. I want to take a look through that desk, Claire. Oh, now, look, don't clout up and cry at me. I'm just trying to help you, that's all. I didn't do it. Oh, Mr. Rogue, I... I wish I were dead. There's something about a beautiful girl's tears that turns my iron will to sugar and melts my good intention away like snow in the sunshine. I comforted Claire for a while...