Bertha said, “Well, I’ll be going,” and started across the threshold.
“Just a moment, Mrs. Cool,” Josephine Dell said. “I think I’d like to talk with you some more about getting a settlement. Could you wait just a few moments?”
Bertha said, “I’ve really told you all I have to say. Only don’t be silly about the damages. If you want to go ahead with a really worth-while claim, get in touch with me. My telephone number’s on my card.”
“All right. Thank you, I will.”
Chapter VII
Sitting in the early morning sunlight, his back against the granite blocks of the bank building, the blind man seemed even more frail than he had when Bertha Cool had seen him on the occasion of her previous report.
Bertha Cool tried to fool him as she approached by changing the tempo of her steps.
He said, without looking up, “Hello, Mrs. Cool.”
She laughed. “Thought I might fool you by changing my steps.”
“You can’t change the distinguishing features,” he said. “I knew you were walking differently, but I knew who it was. Have you found out anything?”