“The man who ran into Josephine Dell was drunk. Josephine Dell thought she took his licence number. She didn’t. She got the wrong licence number. She got a couple of figures juggled somewhere, but, as luck would have it, the man whose licence number she did get had also been driving his car, and he was also drunk, so drunk that he didn’t know but what he actually had hit her. Therefore, she’s in the position of being able to collect from two insurance companies, only she hasn’t sense enough to—”
“You’d better read Donald Lam’s letter first, Mrs. Cool.” Elsie Brand said.
“Was there a letter from Donald?”
“He dictated it to me.”
“To you!” Bertha Cool exclaimed.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Last night.”
“Where?”
“Here at the office.”