“A detective!” he exclaimed. “I thought you were a jujitsu expert.”
“He is,” Bertha said.
“But what are you doing here?”
“Killing two birds with one stone,” I said. “Training Mr. Ashbury and making an investigation.”
“What’s the investigation?”
I said, “Sit down, Bob.”
He hesitated a moment, then dropped into a chair.
“I just missed meeting you earlier this evening,” I remarked casually.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“How long’s your mother been sick?”