“Nothing, if you want it done that way. Of course, the way things are shaping up now, it might make it a little involved if this girl should go home and talk to her mother, or her boy friend about how she’d been switched.”
“I’ll fire her and get another. This one’s no good anyway.”
I said, “All right, be sure you get one who doesn’t have a sweetheart or a family.”
“Why?”
“Because girls talk when they go home. That office over there in the Commons Building— Well, you know how it is. I can’t turn out any work. It’s just a plant. A girl with any sense would know it’s a plant.”
Bertha took a deep drag at her cigarette. “Well, things can’t go on this way.”
“That’s right.”
“Donald, they’re going to get you. They’ll drag you over to that hotel. The people will identify you, and you’ll be in jail — and don’t think your salary goes on while you’re in jail.”
I said, “I’m going to spend a thousand dollars of expense money this afternoon.”
“A thousand dollars!”