She waited a moment. Then, as harshly as before:
“Yes.”
“You have not seen him since? Or communicated with him?”
“Dick Beckworth? I should say not!”
“Do you know what became of him?”
A bitter, sneering smile marred her lips. “I know what Tolley says—that he’s in Denver.”
“Tolley proposes to deny that now,” Hunt said softly.
“Let him. One lie is as good as another, and Boss Tolley’s full of them.”
“Will you help me discover if Beckworth is alive?”
“I tell you once for all, I don’t want anything more to do with Dick the Devil. I don’t want to even hear about him.”