"You did?"
"Yes—I—I hid it."
"Where?"
"In the conservatory. Don't look at me like that. I'm not lying. You've played me to a standstill and—I quit."
"You mean you'll give me my share of the money?"
"Yes."
"Five thousand pounds? I get half of it?"
"Yes."
Anton moistened his red lips with the tip of his tongue. He ran his fingers back through his thick hair. This was a new problem.
"You little devil!" he said almost admiringly. Then with suspicion, "You say you hid this money in the conservatory. Where in the conservatory? Where? And no more funny business—— I won't stand for it," he threatened, as he saw her hesitate.