“And you would want me to employ you to develop the rest?”
Bertha said, “Nix on that employment business. You and I’ll make an ironclad contract by which I’ll take a percentage of whatever you get from the estate.”
Milbers said, “I had quite a conference with Mrs. Cranning earlier in the evening. She’s really very different from what I had first concluded.”
“And her daughter?”
“A very beautiful and interesting young woman.”
“I see. How about Paul Hanberry?”
Christopher Milbers’s forehead puckered into a frown. “Rather antisocial,” he said. “Much opposed to the existing scheme of things. Somewhat a case of maladjustment.”
Bertha said, “I wouldn’t have to use words like that in talking about him. Just about four words would wrap him-AID in a package as far as I’m concerned.”
“Well, in a way my negotiations were with him, but my contacts were primarily with Mrs. Cranning.”
“Okay, okay.” Bertha said impatiently. “I take it that you patched up your personal little spat, and all that. But if they murdered your cousin, that’s something else again.”