“Then why don’t you ring him up and offer to settle?”
“That’s the embarrassing part of it, Mrs. Cool.”
“What is?”
“I’m not supposed to have any money. Don’t you see, if I offered to make a settlement, it would be equivalent to an admission that I had money. My lawyer has warned me against that. I’m supposed to be flat broke.”
“Are you?”
“Yes.”
“Why not have your wife make an offer of settlement?”
Belder rubbed his fingers along the side of his chin. “Well, you see, Mrs. Cool, there’s a personal angle.”
“I don’t see,” Bertha said crisply. “But I don’t know as I need to. Any particular approach you want me to use?”
“I have the thing all blueprinted for you, Mrs. Cool.”