“The name’s Sally Brentner, a young woman of twenty-six or so.”
“How did she die?”
“We don’t know yet.”
“Natural death?”
“Well, it might have been an accident.”
“And then again?” Bertha said.
“And then again, it might not.”
“ You’re a big help, aren’t you?”
“It’s mutual.”
“Just who is this Sally Brentner?”