“No, no. I mean, how did you know she had written it on that same typewriter?”
“She admitted she had.”
“In the presence of witnesses?”
“Yes.”
“Before you made this accusation?”
“Sure. I made certain of my grounds before I exploded my bombshell.”
Drumson beamed at Bertha. “Very, very clever, Mrs. Cool. Now, as I understand it, you were giving this information in the highest good faith to interested parties, is that right?”
“That’s right.”
“Splendid!”
Drumson returned to a perusal of the complaint, frowned, looked accusingly up at Bertha. “Did you call her a twerp, Mrs. Cool?”