“I shall have to report you, Ben!”
He caught her fiercely by the shoulders, with a clutch that made her wince and cry out in pain.
“You have hurt me, Ben!” she sobbed.
“I’ll kill you, if you come meddling with my affairs!”
He pushed her against the wall, and faced her with so threatening a mien that she was frightened. The glare in his glassy eyes was enough to make her tremble.
“If you say anything about this I’ll kill you! Do you hear? And if you know where the money is I want you to tell me.”
“I don’t know anything about it,” she declared.
“Curse you, I believe you do! I want money, and I’m going to have it. I’ve got to have a thousand dollars; it’s here, and I know it.”
He began to search again, tossing the papers about.
“Uncle Philip never keeps so much money as that in the house, and you should know that he doesn’t.”