She turned back to Fosdick as soon as the door of the office had closed. “What’s the use of beating around the bush? Your man was drunk. He was too drunk to be driving the car. Not only did he knock this girl down, but when he tried to drive her home, it became very apparent he was too drunk to pilot the car, so she had to get out. Personally, I would say you were lucky if you got out of it for under twenty thousand dollars.”
“Twenty thousand dollars!”
“Exactly.”
“Mrs. Cool, are you crazy?”
“I’m not crazy. You are. I know what a jury will do. Apparently you don’t.”
Fosdick said, “Well, of course, juries at times are emotional, but unfortunately, their conduct is subject to a certain regulatory supervision by the appellate court.”
“A jury might make it fifty. I don’t know. You don’t know.”
Fosdick laughed. “Come, come. Mrs. Cool. Your client wasn’t damaged very greatly.”
“No?” Bertha Cool asked with a rising inflection. “You think not?”
She saw that this worried Fosdick. “We feel that under the circumstances our own physician should be given an opportunity to examine the young woman.”