“I understand that when she was last seen, you were the one that was doing the looking.”
“Who told you that?”
“A little bird.”
The telephone started ringing again. Bertha welcomed the interruption.
“Just a minute,” she said to Sergeant Sellers, and then, picking up the telephone, said, “Hello.”
Everett Belder’s voice showed that he was under great emotional stress. “Thank heavens I’ve located you! I’ve been calling you everywhere. I called your apartment before and you didn’t answer. Your secretary gave me the number—”
“All right,” Bertha interrupted, “get it off your chest.”
“Something terrible has happened.”
“I know.”
“No, no. This is in addition to all my other troubles. They’ve found Sally’s body in the basement. She’s been—”