“Bad?”
“I think so.”
“Could you come out and get me without letting anyone know anything about it?”
“That would be rather difficult.”
“It’s very important.”
“Give me the address.”
“The Sequoia Hotel in San Bernardino.”
“What name?”
“I don’t know. You see, I can’t read. I didn’t have a chance to see the register. I may be registered under my own name.”
“That,” Bertha said, “is bad.”