“Where’s that letter now?”
“Miss Framley hasn’t got it.”
“She hasn’t got it!”
“No.”
“What did she do with it?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Did she remember what was in it?”
“I don’t know.”
Bertha Cool said, “ Why don’t you? Weren’t you talking with her?”
“Yes, but her boy friend didn’t like my technique. He used me as a punching-bag.”