“Oh,” Elsie’s voice showed relief. “I’ve been trying to get you every place I could think of.”
“What’s the trouble?”
“A Mr. Nunnely called up.”
“How long ago?” Bertha asked.
“It must have been a good half-hour now.”
“What did he want?”
“He said he had to reach you at once upon a matter of the greatest importance. He said that it was about something you had taken up with him yesterday and that you’d want to have me make every effort to get in touch with you on it.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him I’d try to get in touch with you and have you call him.”
Bertha thought that over for a moment, then said, “All right, Elsie. I’ll call him from here. I don’t want him to know where I am. If I’m not able to get him and he should telephone again to ask if you delivered the message, tell him that I came in about ten minutes ago; that I was in very much of a hurry; that you gave me the message but that I didn’t have time to call him. Assume the attitude that I didn’t seem to think that it was so terribly damned important. Get it?”