"So that's your game! That's the kind of a cheap skate you are!" She seemed to tremble with rage. "Remember what I told you. You can't flimflam me. I—I won't stand for it."
Her bosom heaved, her nostrils dilated and her Spanish eyes burned on him so fiercely that the chauffeur hesitated. Was it possible she was on the level? Had someone else taken the money?
"There was nothing in that purse," he said sullenly.
"You mean there is nothing in it," she sneered. "I suppose you'll show it to me—empty? Ha!"
"It is empty and it was empty. You got away with the stuff and I know it."
"How did I get away with it? You wouldn't let me touch the bag or move my hands. I suppose I took it with my feet?"
Anton scowled and was silent. "I don't know how you got it, but——"
Suddenly he caught her arm and drew her sharply to him.
"Leave me alone," she struggled.
He held her in his powerful grip and, with business-like thoroughness, proceeded to press his hands over her garments until he had satisfied himself that the banknotes were not concealed about her person.