"That was your wife, wasn't it?"
"How do you know?"
"Never mind. Answer me—it was your wife?"
"Yes."
"How much did she give you?"
Fred looked down at the coin in his hand.
"Fifty cents."
"Fifty cents … for carrying two grips a hundred yards… Well, she must have money… And she's taking a little trip south—for her health, I suppose!… I wonder when friend Hilmer will follow?"
Fred tried to draw away, but Storch's insinuating clutch was too firm.
"Let me go!" he half begged and half commanded. "What business is all this of yours?… Who has told you all this about me?"