“Then why did you go to the garage?”
“I hate to lose anyone I’m shadowing.”
“Naturally.”
“Well, that’s the reason I came here. I wanted to look the place over.”
“I see. When you lose a person on Wednesday noon and decide you really shouldn’t have done it, you go back Friday night to the same place so you can pick her up and begin where you left off. Something like one of those motion pictures in the shooting galleries that comes to a dead stop when you pull the trigger on the gun.”
“No. Not that.”
“Well, what was it then?”
“I was just looking the place over.”
“You’ll have to do better than that, Bertha.”
“The hell I will. I lost her here, and I had a right to come and look for her here.”