The paper he had picked up was the paper I had secured in the
restaurant, the tear-stained threat which the girl had trampled on, and
he was holding it in such a way that the folded paper was slowly
opening.
“Ah yes, thanks,” I said, reaching out my hand.
The fold straightened. The paper lay spread out before the gaze of all
present, and the man who was holding it out jumped back with an oath.
“Hey, you, how did you get this?”