“Oh no, you’re not. Take it easy now, sister. The first thing that little Willie wants to know is what’s in it for him.”
“I’m trying to explain it to little Willie,” Bertha said, and smiled coyly.
“Then get your cheque book open, and we’ll have the proper background.”
Bertha said, “Perhaps you didn’t read the ad right.”
“Perhaps you didn’t write it right.”
Bertha said, with a burst of sudden inspiration, “Look here, I’m not representing either of the parties to the accident.”
Her visitor seemed crestfallen. “You’re not?”
“No.”
“Then what’s your angle?”
“I just want to find out where the girl is who was hurt.”