She ushered him into the front room and left him there while she went to get the money. When she returned she placed four fifty-dollar bills in his hand.
“Oh; cash, is it?” he said in a pleased tone.
“I don’t trust banks; they’re tricky. That’s all the ready money I’ve got in the house. The rest is in a new box with Miles Hubbard, over in Bayport.”
“Why didn’t you put it in my care?” asked Kellogg.
“Because you’re a dishonest cur.”
“Then why don’t you employ Hubbard to prosecute Toby Clark?”
“He wouldn’t take the case.”
“I see. Well, I’ve raised my price, Mrs. Ritchie. I want a hundred more in advance.”
“You can’t have it.”