[Shocked] The Shadow! 
Put them down. Those letters are federal property.
Give me those letters. It's against the law to handle federal property....
You may consult the proper athorities through. 
They may obtian police proctection by appealing to the proper authorities.
You're tresspassing on goverment property, whoever you are. I warn you, I'm authorized to shoot. I'm prepared to shoot. I--

I must say, Commissioner, this is most inconsiderate. I have a job to do, sir. My time is ---
I have nothing to say. If you will apply through the proper authorities --
Now see here, Commissioner. I will not permit myself to be used by the police in a blacket search for clues. You gentlemen are merely attempting to overthrow regulations in hopes of turning something up. If you had a specific problem... If perhaps you knew the victim, the killer and the crime, and merely lacked one specific clue for conviction, I might possibly cooperate, but ---

There, Miss Lane. We're nice and cozy now. Door closed. Windows sealed. We can have a quiet chat.
The letter-writer, Miss Lane. The Secret Agent. The Secret One Cranston said he was here. Obviously he's not. Where is he?
[Savage] I tell you, you're lying.