“Why?”
“I don’t know — just a hunch.”
“What are you holding out?”
I said, “Roberta Fenn stayed at the Monteleone Hotel. She ordered a package sent C.O.D., a dress she’d had fitted and on which she’d paid a twenty-dollar deposit. There was another ten dollars due. The dress came after she left. It stayed there for about a week, and then the hotel sent it back to the store. They had a record of it on the hotel books.”
“Well,” Bertha said impatiently, “ that doesn’t tell us anything.”
I said, “Three or four days after the dress was returned, Miss Fenn rang up the store, said if they’d send the package down to Edna Cutler on St. Peter Street, Miss Fenn would leave the money with Miss Cutler to pay the C.O.D.”
“Who was Edna Cutler?” Bertha asked,
“Roberta Fenn.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes.”