“You’re Mrs. Cool, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I thought so. The way you opened the door. You fit in with what I’ve heard about you.”
Bertha nodded, glanced inquiringly at Elsie Brand. Elsie nodded her head almost imperceptibly.
“Come in,” Bertha invited, and ushered her visitor into her private office.
“Did you,” Bertha asked casually, “give your name and address to my secretary?”
“No.”
“That’s required. It’s a custom of the office.”
“I understand.”
“Well?” Bertha asked.