“Good morning, Mrs. Cool.”
Chapter XXX
It was not until Wednesday morning that Bertha Cool returned to her office.
“Where,” Elsie Brand asked, “have you been?”
Bertha Cool’s sun-bronzed face twisted into a grin. She said, “I’ve been doing the one thing I’m good at.”
“What’s that?”
“Fishing.”
“You mean you were fishing all day yesterday?”
“Yes. I got so damned exasperated I darn near blew up. I decided to hell with it. I was running a blood pressure of about two hundred and eighty. I climbed in my car, drove down to the beach, rented some fishing tackle, and proceeded to enjoy myself. Do you know what happened? It’s an uncanny combination of circumstances, a coincidence that wouldn’t happen once in ten million times.”
“What?” Elsie Brand asked.