“They weren’t biting.”
“A man has been in twice,” Elsie Brand said, looking at her day-book. “He wouldn’t leave his name. He said it was particularly important.”
“Look as though he had money?” Bertha asked.
“Some. Seems to be an ordinary, salaried man.”
“Humph,” Bertha said.
“He’ll be back. He seems very anxious to see you. Says he must see you personally.”
“ I’ll see him,” Bertha said. “I’ve got to see everyone, now. What the hell? If Donald is out there fighting the Japs, I’m going to carry on here and make him a sockful of dough. I thought for a while I’d settle back and take only the easy cases. That stuff’s the bunk. I’m going to do my share—”
The door opened.
Elsie Brand, looking up quickly, said in a low voice, “Here’s the man now.”
Bertha put on her best receiving-a-client manner. She walked across the office, radiating calm competency.