“We’ve got to find Roberta Fenn.”
“I have.”
“Have what?”
“Found her.”
“Where is she?”
I grinned at Bertha and said, “I’ve taken care of that little thing. You can search New Orleans from now until next year at this time and you’d never find her.”
“Why?”
“I mean that I’ve hidden her, and this time I’ve made a good job of it.”
“What’s the idea of hiding her? Why not tell Hale that we’ve got her, and smoke the whole thing out into the open?”
“Then what?”