“Why not?”
“You can get more than a thousand if you play it right. I’ll bet you could get twenty-five hundred inside of ten days.”
“A thousand suits me,” Bertha said, “and suits my client. After all, a thousand berries for a headache isn’t to be sneezed at.”
“But she could get a lot more. I saw the whole thing.”
“Whose fault was it?”
“You can’t pump me on that. She’s entitled to a lot more She had concussion.”
“Who told you so?”
“Her room-mate.”
“Well, it’s all settled now,” Bertha told him, “so there’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“I ought to have something out of this anyway. It wouldn’t hurt you any to cut me in for a hundred dollars.”