"Now I just want to say one thing, girlie, before we divide this money."
"Wait!" she warned him, lifting a hand. There was a quick step outside, then a click of the lock, and Anton had barely time to thrust the purse into his coat pocket when the door opened and Robert Baxter entered.
"What's going on here? Where have you been with the car?" the young man asked in sharp displeasure.
"Mrs. Baxter told Hester to get this golf bag, sir," answered the chauffeur. "Mrs. Baxter borrowed it from Miss Thompson, and she left it at the country club."
"Oh!" He turned to Hester. "You'd better take the bag to Miss Thompson's room."
"Yes, sir."
Hester picked up the golf bag and moved slowly toward the door, her eyes sending desperate messages to Anton. To which, as she passed out, he answered with a reassuring nod.
"I've been wanting the car myself," said Robert.
"I'm sorry, sir. We were delayed by a loose bolt in the rear frame. I must put in a new one."
"How long will it take?"