“Then after I thought I was all right, I began to develop peculiar symptoms. I called a doctor and found out it’s not at all unusual in cases of concussion for a person apparently to be all right for a day or so and then have very serious symptoms develop. The doctor seems to think I’m lucky to be here at all.”
Again Bertha nodded.
“And,” Josephine Dell went on, with a little laugh, “I didn’t even take the man’s licence number. I didn’t get his name and haven’t the faintest idea of who he is. Not that I want to stick him, but if he’s insured, I certainly could use a few dollars right now.”
“Yes,” Bertha said, “I can appreciate that. Well, if you want to find out who he is, there’s a possibility that—”
“Yes?” Josephine Dell asked as Bertha caught herself. “Nothing,” Bertha said.
“Suppose you tell me just what is your connection with the case?”
Bertha Cool handed her a card. “I’m the head of a detective agency,” she said.
“A detective!” Josephine Dell exclaimed in surprise.
“Yes.”
Josephine Dell laughed. “I always thought detectives were sinister people. You seem very human.”