“Neither do I.”
She said, “That lawyer insisted on my coming. He said that after you’d found her I could talk with her better than you could. He had the money to pay for it, and since he was giving the party, I decided to attend.”
“That’s right.”
Bertha said, “It would be swell if we could get that bonus.”
“Wouldn’t it?”
“How do things look?”
“I can’t tell yet. Well, I’m on my way.”
I went back to Royal Street and walked down toward Canal, picking my way along the sidewalk which had been paved years ago by embedding huge, flat-surfaced rocks in the dirt and connecting them with cement. Some of the rocks had sunk more than others. Some of them had tilted slightly. The general effect was artistic, but not conducive to blind walking.
I was halfway to Canal Street when the idea struck me. I went into a telephone booth and started calling the business colleges.
The second one gave me everything I needed. No, they didn’t know any Edna Cutler, but a Miss Fenn had taken a course and had been a very apt pupil. Yes, they’d been able to place her. She was in one of the banks. She was secretary to the manager. Just a minute and they’d give me the address.