“And what did you do?”
“Called you.”
“And you’d been waiting here all that time — before you called me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Bollman told me to.”
Bertha said, “All right, let’s talk. Tell me everything that happened.”
“There isn’t anything to tell you,” he said. “You’ve got to tell me.”
“Tell me all you know.”
“Well, I have a chauffeur. I don’t have him all by myself. There are several others who—”