“You mean Myrna Jackson.”

“Yes.”

“What do you want her for?”

Bertha Cool opened her purse, took out a card and gave it o the manager. “She’s a witness to an automobile accident. I’m running an investigating bureau.”

“How much?”

“Ten dollars.”

“When?”

“As soon as I find the party.”

“That’s taking a long gamble for a small sum.”

Bertha Cool gave the manager her best smile. “You don’t have to do much. Just tell me what you know about her.”