Bertha’s glittering eyes commanded additional information from her visitor.
“A Mrs. Nettie Cranning. A woman who, I should say, is somewhere in the forties. She has a daughter, Eva, and a son-in-law, Paul Hanberry.”
“Paul and Eva live in the house with them?” Bertha asked.
“That’s right, Mrs. Cool. Paul was the chauffeur who drove my cousin around on the somewhat rare intervals when he went places in an automobile. Mrs. Cranning, Paul, and Eva Hanberry live there in the house. Eva, I believe, acted technically as an assistant to her mother. They all drew rather large salaries, and it was, if you ask me, a highly inefficient and expensive arrangement.”
“How old is Eva?”
“I should say around twenty-five.”
“And her husband?”
“About ten years older.”
“What do they say about the money that was supposed to have been in the wallet?”
“That’s just the point,” Milbers said. “I haven’t mentioned it to them.”