Sellers dropped the receiver back into place and grinned at Bertha Cool.
“The second patient in Dr. Champlin’s office,” he said, “from two-fifteen to two-forty-five was a Miss Sally Brentner.”
9
Bertha Goes Fishing
Elsie Brand looked up from her typewriter as Bertha Cool entered the office.
“I’ll bet you forgot all about having a ten-thirty appointment with George K. Nunnely,” she said.
“I did for a fact,” Bertha admitted. “Was he in?”
“He not only was in, but he paced the floor and kept biting his upper lip. He was definitely nervous and annoyed.”
Bertha Cool flopped down in a chair, said, “Well, that’s what comes of fraternizing with cops. That damned detective barged in on me before breakfast this morning, made me feed him, and then dragged me around as though I’d been an assistant coroner or something... Hell of a note when I can’t take care of my own business. That’s important, too — a chance to clean up a little dough... Was he sore when he left?”
“I don’t know. He was certainly worried. He used the telephone twice while he was here.”