“Then I went down to the kitchen and looked around through the house. I couldn’t find her anywhere in the place.”
“Her day off?”
“No.”
“You think she knows about this letter?”
“I don’t know. I’m afraid that my wife got this letter and went directly to her, as the writer of the letter suggested. And Sally blew up and walked out in a rage. A maid doesn’t have to put up with that sort of stuff these days, you know.”
“Are you telling me!” Bertha said with feeling.
“What,” Belder asked, “are we going to do? We’ve got to do something.”
“For what reason?”
“To straighten this thing out.”
“Perhaps Sally straightened it out,” Bertha said. “Perhaps your wife took it up with her and found out she’d made a mistake and—”