“You gain time.”
“What good does it do to gain time?”
“Why, you’ve postponed the matter. You’ve gained time.”
“And what do you do with this time when you’ve gained it?”
Drumson’s smile tried to be patronizing, but there was a vague uneasiness in his manner as he faced Bertha’s glittering eyes. “My dear Mrs. Cool, you’re letting yourself get all worked up. After all, you’re merely a layman. These matters—”
“What the hell do you do with the time when you’ve gained it?” Bertha interrupted in a voice which stridently demanded the conversational right of way.
“Why, we work on your case, study up on it.”
“And I pay for all the time you put in?”
“Naturally I have to be compensated—”
“So I pay you to tell the other lawyer how to make a better case so you can gain time to charge me more for putting in more time on my case. To hell with that stuff. Don’t you know enough law to know how to try this lawsuit right now?”