“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t make but fifty dollars out of the whole case.”
“I’m afraid you don’t understand, Mrs. Cool. It isn’t what you have made out of the employment that counts, it’s the fact that right now,” and Drumson tapped the papers on his desk with a solemn forefinger, “you have a potential liability of one hundred thousand dollars chalked up against you in a court of justice. My associates and I may be able to beat this case. I can’t tell, but—”
Bertha got up from her chair, reached over and pulled the papers out from under the lawyer’s hand.
“You’re crazy. I’m not going to pay any five hundred dollars.”
“But my dear Mrs. Cool, if you don’t do something within ten days of the time this paper was served on you, you’ll—”
“How do you go about denying you owe anything like this?” Bertha asked.
“You file what we lawyers call an ‘answer,’ denying the charges contained in the complaint.”
“How much will you charge me to drew me one of these answers?”
“Do you mean just to draw up an answer?”
“Yes.”