“Certainly not,” said Tish.
“Of seventeen hundred and forty-one dollars,” he insisted. “At the present moment concealed in your bedroom.”
“That money belongs to the church.”
“I see. But the amount interests me. I can understand the seventeen hundred, and even the forty. But why the one?”
“Two months at eight hundred and seventy dollars and fifty cents per month,” Tish said, staring at him defiantly. “Even an idiot could figure that.”
“And you took it from those bootleggers?”
“I’d earned it for them.”
“By force and duress?”
“Nothing of the sort. The man was asleep.”
“Hijacking,” he said softly. “Ye gods and little fishes! Hijacking for the church!”