“Wait a minute,” Bertha Cool interrupted. “How did you get in touch with the insurance company then?”
“That was through Mrs. Cranning.”
“I know, but how did she get in touch with it? What—?”
“Well, I remembered this man’s licence number.”
“Did you write it down?” Bertha asked.
“No, I didn’t write it down. I just remembered it, and I told Mrs. Cranning what it was. Of course, I wrote it down after I got home. When I say I didn’t write it down, I mean I didn’t stand right there in front of the automobile and write it down. I didn’t want to be disagreeable about the thing, but I just looked at his licence number so as to— Why, what’s the matter?”
Bertha Cool said, “You’ve done the damnedest thing.”
“I have?”
“Yes.”
“What? I don’t understand.”