“No. She was down here on a trip in connection with her job. She telephoned me and I ran over to her hotel. I’ve been trying to get you. The money’s in San Francisco, and she’s arranging to have it sent down here by wire. We’ll be able to close the deal by ten o’clock tomorrow morning.”
Bertha said, “You certainly have plenty of women in your life!”
“What do you mean by that, Mrs. Cool?”
“Exactly what I said.”
“I don’t know what you mean, Mrs. Cool, but this young woman is really not ‘in’ my life.”
“Twenty-three hundred bucks of her money is going to be.”
“That’s different.”
“You’re damned right it is,” Bertha said. “Who’s your barber?”
“I— What?”
“Who’s your barber?”