“How about me,” she asked, “if I found her?”
“If you know where she is, and would jar loose with a little information, there might be something in it for you.”
“How much?”
“I wouldn’t know until I asked some questions. Do you know where she is?”
“No. I wish I did. There’d be a story in it. I gather news for the Blade, you know.”
“And you’d get your wages raised?” I asked.
She said, “No.”
I said, “I might be able to put you in touch with someone who would pay for the information — more than the Blade would.”
“The Blade would pay nothing.”
I said, “Then I’m sure we’d make the highest bid.”