"How do I know?"
"Haven't you watched it? Haven't you tried to get it?"
"You make me tired! How could I watch it—or get it—out in the club house?"
The chauffeur looked at her pityingly.
"It's just as well you've got a man in this game, girlie. It won't take me long to get that bag out of the club house. See that clock?" He pointed to a timepiece ticking noisily on the wall. "It's half-past ten. Bet you twenty dollars against two smooth kisses that I have the bag here within an hour."
Hester laughed, half coquettishly. "I don't bet my kisses."
"No?" He leaned forward eagerly and caught one of her hands. "What do you do with them?"
"I—I keep them," she said with a teasing glance.
He held her hand a moment, her soft, warm hand, then pushed it from him roughly.
"We'll see about that later on. Now it's business. Come, kid!" He pointed to the car.