Bertha Cool was right. She was a slick-looking chick, easy on the eyes.
She had nice lines, lively black eyes which probably could twinkle with humour on occasion, hair so dark that it seemed almost blue-black in some lights, and a very, very neat figure.
She looked cool, clean and comfortable, as she sat down and said, “Suppose you tell me what it’s all about. What have you found out?”
I said, “I’d like to have you fill in a few details.”
“I gave Mrs. Cool all the information.”
I said, “You probably did, at that, but she didn’t write it down.”
“Why, yes she did. She was sitting there with a pencil and a pad, making notes of everything.”
I said, “Bertha Cool was mainly interested in the fee. She wrote down the amount of money we were getting quite a few times, but…”
Claire Bushnell threw back her head and laughed.
I said, “First, let’s find out something about your aunt. According to Bertha Cool, she’s Amelia Jasper, and she lives at 226 Korreander. You’re the only living relative she has.”