Leonard looks out the window, but sees nothing.
“It couldn’t have been anything,” says Leonard.
Roger is relieved, watching through the window from below the deck level.
“You must have had some doubts about her yourself,” says Leonard, quietly hiding a pistol behind him as he sits down to talk with Vandamm. “And still do,” he continues.
“Rubbish,” says Vandamm.
“Why else would you have decided not to tell her that our little treasure here has a belly full of microfilms?” asks Leonard, as he points to the statue from the auction.
“You seem to be trying to fill my mind with rotten apples,” says Vandamm.
“Sometimes the truth does taste like a mouthful of worms,” says Leonard.
“Truth?” says Vandamm. “I’ve heard nothing but innuendos.”
“Call it my woman’s intuition, if you will,” says Leonard. “but I’ve never truested neatness. Neatness is always a result of deliberate planning.”
“She shot him in a moment of fear and anger,” says Vandamm. “You were there yourself. You saw it.”
“Yes,” says Leonard, quietly picking up the gun behind him. He stands up, keeping the pistol behind his back. “and thereby wrapped everything up into one neat and tidy bundle.”
Roger watches the scene with growing apprehension.
Leonard continues, “A: she removed any doubts about her, what did you call it? Her ‘devotion’? And B; She gave you a new and urgent reason to be taken over to the other side with you, just in case you decided to change your mind.”