Elsie Brand asked, “Is there anything else, Mrs. Cool?”
Bertha looked at her watch, said with some surprise, “That’s right, it’s Saturday afternoon. No, Elsie, I guess that’s all.” She turned to Belder, “Come in.”
Belder, entering the office, dropped wearily into a chair.
“What are your troubles?” Bertha asked.
“The bottom’s dropped out.”
“How so?”
“I’m going to be accused of murder.”
“Have they got any case?”
“Have they got any case!” Belder exclaimed sarcastically. “With my mother-in-law and sweet little Carlotta searching their minds to dig up every fact they can possibly recollect — every single solitary thing that will put me in bad. Well, you can see my position.”
Bertha simply sat there, saying nothing.