Bertha lit a cigarette.
“What caused you to ask about my barber?” Belder asked.
“It seems to worry you.”
“It doesn’t worry me. I’m simply curious, that’s all.”
“What was the reason you didn’t want to tell me who your barber was?”
“Why, there’s no reason on earth.”
“Then why did you stall around about it?”
“Don’t be silly. I didn’t stall around. I simply wanted to know what was behind the question. I’m not objecting. I was trying to find out why you asked me.”
“I just wanted to know. What’s the name of this girl — the one that’s going to put up the money?”
“Mamie Rosslyn.”