“Leave any forwarding address?”
“Her mail is being handled.”
“Where are you sending it?”
“If you care to write her a letter, Mrs. Cool, it will be handled in the regular manner.”
Bertha looked at him with exasperation. “Listen, you, I’m looking for Dolly Cornish on a matter of considerable importance. Now, if you know where she is, pass on the information. If you don’t know where she is, tell me how I can go about finding out.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Cool. I’ve given out all the information I’m permitted to.”
“When did she leave?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you that. All that I’m permitted to say is that she gave up her apartment rather suddenly.”
“Anybody been on her tail?” Bertha asked.
“I beg your pardon, Mrs. Cool.”