“Did a good job on that Florida case, didn’t you?”
“It turned out all right.”
“How’s the New Orleans business?”
“Hanging fire. Where’s Bertha?”
“Hasn’t come in yet.”
“Did she make some investigation in that Roxberry Estates matter?”
“Uh huh. There’s a file — quite a few notes.”
She got up from the chair, crossed over to the filing cases, ran her finger down the index, jerked open a drawer in the steel file, stabbed at the pasteboard jackets with the swift certainty of one who knows exactly what she is doing, pulled out a file, and handed it to me.
“You’ll find in there everything we’ve been able to get.”
“Thanks. I’ll take a look at it. How’s the construction business coming along?”