“I considered it as a possibility.”
“Well, you’ve got yourself in a nice mess,” she said.
“You don’t know the half of it,” I told her. “There’s a chance that ‘business card’ in the coin purse was mine.”
“The hell it was!”
“I don’t know. It could have been. Now you just keep completely out of it and tell me where I can find this Claire Bushnell. I want to talk to her.”
Bertha said, “I wrote her address on a sheet of paper and stuck it under the corner of my blotter.”
“Any telephone number?”
“I don’t know, lover. I don’t think so. It came in too late to file, so I just took the data and left it all under the blotter on my desk. It was Saturday morning, and…”
“You cashed the cheque?” I interrupted.
“Don’t be a fool. Of course I cashed the cheque.”