“Can’t we see the manager?”
“No. I can’t hunt her up now. She’s probably answering questions. G’wan. Beat it.”
We walked back to the elevator. “Well,” I said, “someone beat us to it.”
Bertha didn’t say anything. We rattled back down in the elevator, went out, and got in the agency car.
“Well,” I said, “I’ll go back to the office and do a little thinking. Do you want me to drop you at your apartment?”
“No, Donald, my dear. I’ll go back to the office and help you think.”
Chapter Five
We rode back to the office in silence. I put the car in the parking lot and we rode up in the elevator, went into the office, and sat down.
Bertha Cool looked across at me and said, “How did you find out she’d been murdered, lover?”
I said, “What the devil are you talking about?”