“I know, but it’s in that general’ classification. You haven’t a car. You probably have some income, perhaps alimony. You have good clothes, as cheap an apartment as one can live in comfortably and still have a little elbow room. You don’t have a telephone. You aren’t rich. You don’t have any big income.”
Her eyes were angry.
I said, “But you gave Bertha Cool two hundred bucks in order to find out about the man who is hanging around your aunt. That two hundred dollars didn’t come easy.”
“Well, it went easy,” she flared.
I nodded and said, “You’re not getting my point. It took quite a motive for you to part with two hundred dollars. You didn’t do it simply because you were suspicious of a man who was dancing attendance on your Aunt Amelia.”
“I said he was trying to sell her something.”
“Bertha Cool talked with you for quite a while. Then she made the two-hundred-dollar price and you didn’t argue with her. You didn’t try to bargain…”
“Was I supposed to have done so?”
“Some of them do.”
“Then what happens?”