Arthur nodded, beginning to check drawers and cabinets, see what they might find. He was quiet, careful, moving through the room with a careful step. He paused, turning to look at Eames. He could think of a lot of lies but suddenly he didn't want to give him more lies. He wanted to tell him what he waned to know.

"I... You know what happened, Eames. Or you could guess with what you know about me and my schedule. Many years ago I met a beautiful woman during the course of a case. I was a private investigator then. She took a fancy to me, and when she decided to move on she gave me what she saw as a gift. That was at the turn of the century."