"That he brought the woman here?" his wife asked.
"Yes!"
"And you remained!" finished Johnson Boller's better half. "Where is she?"
"She isn't here now!" came almost automatically from Anthony.
Once more Beatrice laughed.
"Isn't she, though?" said she. "That sort doesn't leave a twenty-dollar hat behind, Mr. Fry—nor a bag worth perhaps five times as much. She had moved in quite cozily, hadn't she? If I hadn't appeared, her trunk would have been along—or perhaps it is here now? If I hadn't——" Mrs. Boller continued, and her voice broke as the unearthly calm splintered and departed.
"Where is she?" And, her whole mien altering in an instant, Mrs. Boller's hands clenched tightly and her face flamed with outraged fury. "Where is she?"
Johnson Boller looked around wildly and helplessly.
"I tell you, she isn't here!" he began. "You see——"
"And I tell you that that's a lie!" said his wife. "I'll find her, and when I do find her, Johnson Boller, some one will pay on the spot for the home I've lost! Do you hear? I'll suffer—suffer for it, perhaps! But she'll pay!"