“I left word at your office for you to call me. Did you get my message?”
“Yes.”
Nunnely cleared his throat. “Mrs. Cool, I’m not going to try beating around the bush. I’m going to come right out and put my cards on the table.”
“Go ahead,” Bertha said. “Beating around the bush won’t get you anywhere with me.”
“When you called on me with your proposition, I thought it was a joke. I intended to tell you to go jump in the lake.”
“Uh huh,” Bertha said, and then added, “I know.”
“But the situation has changed somewhat. I happen to know of an investment I can make where I can quadruple my money.”
“I see.”
“Of course, you may be just what you said: a speculator who buys up judgments and sits on them, and then again you may be just a stooge for Everett Belder.”
“Haven’t we been all over that before?” Bertha asked.