He got up and wrapped long, cold fingers around my hand. “I thought,” he said, “you were more familiar with the routine procedure in such cases... You seemed to be when you came to the office.”
“I was,” I told him, “but I always hate to tell a lawyer the law. I’d rather have him tell me the law.”
He nodded and grinned. “A very smart young man, Mr. Lam. Now, Miss Sykes, if you’ll bring in that file in the Case of Helman versus Helman, I’ll dictate an answer and cross-complaint. When Mr. Lam comes in to pay his fee, I’ll see him personally, and give him a receipt. Good morning, Mr. Lam.”
“Good-bye,” I said, and walked out. The secretary waited until I had gone through the door before going after the file of Helman versus Helman.
I went down to the agency office. Bertha Cool was in. Elsie Brand was at her secretarial desk, hammering away at the typewriter.
“Anybody in with the boss?” I asked.
She shook her head.
I walked across to the door that was marked Private and pushed it open.
Bertha Cool shoved an account book hurriedly into the cash drawer of the desk, slammed the drawer shut, and locked it. “Where did you go?” she asked.
“I tailed along for a while, saw her into a movie, and came back to look for you.”