“I certainly will.”
Bertha rose from her chair, then hesitated for a moment. “I might be able to do something about — well, about compensation for you, but I’d have to spend some money finding out who ran into you. I wouldn’t want to do it unless you felt there was no other way.”
“You mean you could find out who ran into me?”
“I think I might. It would cost some money.”
“How much?”
“I don’t know. Probably a percentage of what you’d get. I’d say offhand it would cost half of what you’d get. I wouldn’t want you to do it if there were any other way.”
“And you could handle the whole thing for me?”
“If there was a settlement, yes. If it went to court, that, of course, would be different.”
“Oh, I know it won’t go to court. This young man was so nice and so considerate. I feel confident that he’s insured, and if he had any idea I was laid up — but then, it isn’t anything serious. I’ve only lost three or four days from work, and my job was finished anyway.”
“You were working for a man who died?”