“Yes.”
Everett Belder studied her as he would a new automobile he contemplated buying.
Bertha said, “You don’t have to marry me, you know. If you have something on your mind, spill it; if you haven’t, get the hell out of here and let me get caught up on some of this work.”
“I had hardly contemplated hiring a female investigator.”
“All right then, don’t.”
Bertha Cool reached for the telephone.
“On the other hand, you impress me as being just the type to get results.”
“Make up your mind.”
“Mrs. Cool, do you ever take cases on a contingency basis?”
“No.”