"A friend named Henderson?" he demanded.
She shook her head. "You've got your wires twisted. I don't know anyone by that name."
"You called up 724 Chelsea. I heard you."
"Well, what of it?"
"You said you were going to report there to-morrow? What do you mean by that?"
Hester looked him steadily in the eyes, then, going close to him, she spoke with a semblance of concentrated anger.
"If you think you can run me off on a side-track like this, little chauffeur boy, let me tell you you've got another guess coming. I want to know where is my part of that money?"
He swore violently. "You know —— —— well where it is."
"What?"
"You took the money, my share and yours."