She said, “That lawyer’s trying to get me to double-cross you, and I wanted you to know I won’t do it.”
“Did you tell him you would?”
She shifted her eyes for a moment, said, “Yes,” and then added by way of explanation, “I had to.”
Bertha Cool said, “Now you look here, Donald. You can’t step in and start running things. You can’t invite people in this office—”
“She wants you to go out,” I said to Esther Clarde.
Esther Clarde got up. Her eyes were swollen. I could see she’d been crying. “I just wanted you to know, Donald.”
“You called him last night?”
“Who?”
“Crumweather.”
“Yes.”