“She matches her photographs.”
Bertha heaved herself up out of the chair. “Donald,” she said, “you’re wonderful! You certainly do have brains! You’re marvelous! How did you do it?”
“Just running down a lot of clues.”
She said, with genuine fondness in her voice, “I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re marvelous, lover! I mean you really are! You — why, dammit to hell!”
“What’s the matter?”
Her eyes glittered. “This damned apartment. You said you rented it by the week?”
“Yes.”
“We can’t get any money back if we move out.”
“I guess not.”
“Well, of all the damn fools! I might have known you’d do something like that. Honestly, Donald, I sometimes think you’re crazy when it comes to money matters. We’ll probably be leaving here tomorrow, and here we are stuck with this apartment for a whole week.”