“You think Rob F. is Roberta Fenn?”
“It could be.”
“Shall we tell Hale all this?”
“Not now. Let him tell us all he knows first.”
“And you aren’t even going to tell him about this ad in the agony column?”
“Not yet. Have you got a check out of him?”
Bertha’s eyes grew indignant. “What the hell do you take me for? Of course I’ve got a check out of him.”
I said, “All right, let’s find out what he knows first, and tell him what we know a little later on.”
“How about that apartment? Can we get in and look around?”
“Yes.”