I hesitated, then made my great venture.
"The man you helped out of here the night the police came down on you. He had better luck than I. You didn't refuse it to him."
"You lie!" she cried.
Startled by these uncompromising words, I fell back. Had I made a great mistake?
"He never got any such stuff from me," she went on shrilly. "That wasn't what he came for, or else he made more of a fool of me than I knew."
"What did he come for?"
Her look of inquiry turned into one of suspicion.
"Did you come here to ask that? If so, you'd better go. I'm not one of the blabbing sort."
I drew out another dollar.
"Perhaps he got it upstairs," I insinuated.