“Now listen, lover,” she implored, “you’ve got to find some way out of this. You can do it, if you’ll put your mind on it. That’s what Bertha has you for, to think for her.”
I said, “Nuts.”
“Donald, you must. We simply can’t afford to lose that money.”
“You’ve already lost it.”
“Isn’t there something you can do?”
I said, “I don’t know. Drive the agency car out here, park it at the place where you usually meet me, and wait.”
Chapter four
Alta went out about quarter to ten. The butler opened the garage doors, and while he was doing that, I was streaking down the street. That’s one thing I’m good at sprinting.
Bertha Cool was waiting in the car. I climbed in beside her, and said, “Get that motor going. When a twelve-cylinder car streaks past us, give it everything you’ve got and keep the lights turned off.”
“You’d better drive, Donald.”