“Perhaps.”
“Good heavens,” she said, “won’t you argue with me?”
“No, I’ll leave that to Bertha.”
“All right, I’ll take care of Bertha.”
I said, “You might sing a different tune if Bertha swears out a complaint for you on the ground of giving a cheque for which there were not sufficient funds.”
“I had sufficient funds when I gave the cheque. It isn’t my fault if something happened.”
“Not the way the bank talks. The bank says they only took that cheque you deposited for collection; that you had no right to draw on it until after it had cleared.”
“They didn’t tell me that when I deposited the cheque. They took it in and credited my account in the pass-book. I can show you.”
“Let’s take a look.”
She hesitated a moment, then got up and went into the bedroom.