“I do that,” Bertha agreed. “And what’s more, once I take a case for a person, I stay with it. I’m something of a bulldog. I keep tugging and worrying until I finally shake a result out of the situation — the result my clients want. T hat’s the way I work.”
“I’ve heard that you are very competent,” Carlotta acknowledged.
Mrs. Goldring lowered her handkerchief from her eyes. “Intensely loyal,” she supplemented. “You have an excellent reputation, Mrs. Cool, and I should think that your clients would want to see that you were very well compensated.”
“Some of them do. Sometimes you get hold of one you have to argue with.” Bertha beamed across at her visitors. “But do you know,” she went on, “I have found that the more intelligent my clients are, the more they appreciate that I have to be well paid.”
“Yes, I can see where that would be the case,” Carlotta said, glancing quickly at her mother and then going on, “Well, Mrs. Cool, you’re exceedingly busy, so we’ll get right down to brass tacks.”
“ I’ll tell her,” Mrs. Goldring said.
“That’s the way I like to do things,” Bertha said. “Shoot fast. Of course, in this case there are complications — but I’m a fast worker at that.”
“So I understand.”
Bertha oozed smiling approval “Suppose you explain just what it is you want, if you feel up to it.”
Carlotta looked at Mrs. Goldring expectantly.