Bertha Cool smoked for a while, then she dialled another number and when she got an answer said, “Elsie, this is Bertha. Did someone ring up and ask for Donald’s address this afternoon?... Who was she? Did she leave her name?... Oh, he did, eh? All right, Elsie. Thanks. That’s all.”
Bertha hung up the telephone and said, “You told Elsie you hadn’t seen this girl.”
I said, “All right. Have it that way if you want. I don’t believe in letting Elsie Brand in on my love life. This girl was a pal of mine. She ran up and chatted with me for half an hour or so. It was purely social.”
“Purely social, eh?” Bertha Cool asked.
I didn’t say anything.
Bertha Cool smoked some more, and said, “All right, lover. We’ll go get some supper. This isn’t agency business. It’s Dutch treat.”
“I’m not hungry,” I said.
She smiled. “Oh, well, I’ll be generous, Donald. We’ll put it on the expense account.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want anything.”
“Well, you can come along and keep me company.”