[The voice makes her freeze. And for a long time she sits on her bed, just staring at her dreamberry. But after a long, long moment, she has steadied herself to answer,]

You have no proof I took it. You cannot prove it - it is... good you found it, though, Monsieur. Only - you must work to put money on it. You have not worked; there is no money. You cannot put me in jail. Nobody will believe you.