“At my office.”
Bertha said, “I’ll have my lawyer draw up the assignment of the judgment. I don’t want any quibbling over it.”
“What’s going to be in it?” Nunnely asked suspiciously.
“Everything,” Bertha said.
Nunnely laughed. “Well, I guess that’s all right, Mrs. Cool. Now, get this: I want the money as soon as I can get it. If you can get it here in half an hour, that will be marvellous, but four o’clock is the deadline.”
“I understand,” Bertha said.
“Very well. I’m glad that you do. Now, what’s the earliest possible moment that you can have the money here?”
“Three fifty-nine,” Bertha said, and hung up.
“Is he going to take it?” Belder asked eagerly.
“He’s falling for it. He’s in a jam, all right. Tried at first to pretend there was some investment he could make. Old stuff. He’s going to take twenty-five hundred dollars in the form of a certified or cashier’s cheque, he doesn’t care which.”