"I could even tell you the size of your check, and that the money is still on your person.
You intended to place it in a safe-deposit box and keep it hidden for your own use." "You hellion, you!" Cavendish's voice rose high, then later Miss Donovan heard him say more softly: "How much do you want ?" "Ten thousand.

I'm willing enough to split fifty-fifty.

This Colorado job is getting to be expensive, deary.

I wouldn't dare draw on you through the banks." Miss Donovan had only time to nudge Willis enthusiastically before she overheard the next plea.
"Celeste, are you trimming me again ?" "Don't be a fool!" came back in subdued tones.

"Do you think that telegram is a fake?
My Gawd--that is what I want money for! Moreover, I should think you would be tickled, Johnnie boy, to get me out of town--and the price is so low." In the back booth Willis muttered: "God, things are going great." Then he bent his ear to sedulous attention and again he could hear the voice of Cavendish.
"You've got to tell me what you're going to do with the money," it said.
The La Rue woman's answer could not be heard; evidently it was a whispered one, and therefore of utmost importance.