“I think, Mrs. Cool, you’re the logical person to do what I want.”
Bertha simply sat there waiting.
“Mr. Belder has, of course, told you about the family — Mrs. Goldring and Carlotta.”
Bertha jerked her head in a quick affirmation which wasted no time.
“Have you met them?”
“Just met them, that’s all.”
The woman’s black eyes were boring into Bertha Cool’s now. Even through the fringe of veil, Bertha could see light from the window reflecting from them as though they had been polished black granite.
“Go on,” Bertha said.
“I am Carlotta’s mother.”
“ Oh, oh!”