“Who is there would buy her such a watch?” Herman's voice was thick.
“How about Graham Spencer? She's been pretty thick with him.”
“How you mean—thick?”
Rudolph shrugged his shoulders.
“I don't mean anything. But he's taken her out in his car. And the Spencers think there's nothing can't be bought with money.”
Herman put down the dish-cloth and commenced to draw down his shirt sleeves.
“Where you going?” Rudolph demanded uneasily.
“I go to the Spencers!”
“Listen!” Rudolph said, excitedly. “Don't you do it; not yet. You got to get him first. We don't know anything; we don't even know he gave her that watch. We've got to find her, don't you see? And then, we've got to learn if he's going there—wherever she is.”
“I shall bring her back,” Herman said, stubbornly. “I shall bring her back, and I shall kill her.”