Chapter XXI
Bertha said indignantly to Elsie Brand, “Take a telegram to Donald— Your telegram absolutely, utterly cockeyed. Have talked with Josephine Dell, who says man perfect gentleman, drove her home, solicitous over welfare. Can think of plenty of crazy things myself which don’t coincide with facts without paying for collect messages containing cockeyed theories. Suggest you devote attention exclusively to winning war. Have no further connection with case. Parties have all made settlement, leaving agency out in the cold. ”
Bertha hesitated a moment, then said to Elsie Brand, “Read that back to me.”
Elsie read it back.
“Type that up and sign my name to it,” Bertha said, “and—”
She broke off as the door from the corridor opened. The tall, grave, dignified young man from the Intermutual Indemnity Company bowed gravely. “Good morning, Mrs. Cool.”
“You again,” Bertha said.
“A most unfortunate situation has developed. May I talk with you at once, Mrs. Cool?”
“Come on in,” Bertha said.
“Shall I send that telegram?” Elsie asked.