The Submarine Plans: A Hercule Poirot Short Story
‘ “Oh no, they’re not,” I said, turning over the papers.
‘ “But I put them there not a minute ago!”
‘ “Well, they’re not here now,” I said.
‘Fitzroy advanced with a bewildered expression on his face. The thing seemed incredible. We turned over the papers on the desk; we hunted through the safe; but at last we had to make up our minds to it that the papers were gone—and gone within the short space of about three minutes while Fitzroy was absent from the room.’