“How did you find all this out?” Bertha Cool asked, staring at me steadily.
“By spending expense money,” I told her, and that had her stymied.
“How are you and the girl getting along?”
“All right.”
“Is she trusting you?”
“I think so.”
Bertha heaved a sigh of relief. “Then the agency will continue on the job?”
“Probably.”
“Donald, you’re a wonder.”
I took that opportunity to say, “I’ve already approached Crumweather as a prospective client. I thought I could handle the situation that way. I can’t. He’s too wise. He covers his tracks every time he makes a move. There’s only one other way to do it.”