I nodded.
“Well, you bring home the bacon,” Bertha said. “You know me, lover, and the way I feel about things. With eighty grand kicking around loose we certainly should be able to chisel in on enough of it to…”
“To pay eighty per cent of it over to the government,” I said.
I knew that was good for a reaction.
Bertha quivered with white fury, sputtered for words.
I put the garments back inside the suitcase, closed it and took it back to my own office.
Elsie Brand looked in as I came in, ceased pounding the typewriter long enough to regard the suitcase curiously. “Going some place?” she asked.
“Perhaps.”
“Isn’t that a woman’s suitcase?”
I nodded and said, “Come on into the private office for a minute, Elsie.”