Herman eyed him.
“Perhaps you gave it to her!” Something like suspicion of Rudolph crept into his eyes.
“Me? A hundred-dollar watch!”
“How do you know it cost a hundred dollars?”
“I saw it. She tried that story on me, too. But I was too smart for her. I went to the store and asked. A hundred bucks!”
Herman's lips drew back over his teeth.
“You knew it, eh? And you did not tell me?”
“It wasn't my funeral,” said Rudolph coolly. “If you wanted to believe she bought it herself?”
“If she bought it herself!” Rudolph's shoulder was caught in an iron grip. “You will tell me what you mean.”
“Well, I ask you, do you think she'd spend that much on a watch? Anyhow, the installment story doesn't go. That place doesn't sell on installments.”