"What?"
"That's right. That's why I'm here. Now you know the whole thing."
He stared at her in half suspicion.
"You young devil! Are you lying to me?" Then, suddenly, he remembered. "No, by Jimminy, you're not! You had her golf bag in your hands that day—by the looking-glass!"
Hester nodded. "In two more minutes I'd have had the purse out, if you'd left me alone."
"Then—then you saw the purse?" he questioned eagerly. "It's there—in the bag?"
Hester nodded again. "It was there."
"Five thousand pounds knocking around in a golf bag!" His small eyes burned with covetous fire. "And she knows nothing about it—this secretary?"
"Nothing."
Anton sat silent, running his fingers back through his hair over the white lock.