"Only what?"
"Only there was a lady in the carriage, a friend of the bishop's, and—she had a golf bag with her, and—say, boy, I worked a new stunt." Unconsciously Hester was dropping back into the Tenderloin vernacular.
Anton pulled excitedly at his short mustache, and his lips worked nervously.
"Say, kid, you don't mean——"
She nodded slowly. "It was all I could do. They searched me, and if I hadn't dropped the leather into that golf bag——"
He looked at her sharply.
"You're telling me you hid this purse in a golf bag that belonged to another party?"
"Sure I did. I'd have been pinched if I hadn't."
"Who was she—this lady?"
"Miss Thompson, Baxter's secretary."