“No. She mailed them from the post office, but she got the materials for packing them here. The hotel people knew they were photographs.”
“Anything else?” I asked.
“That’s all.”
I said, “Thanks, Marian. I don’t know how much this will help. I hope it will help some. If it does, I might be able to get a little piece of money for you, not much, but some. The people I’m working for aren’t very generous.”
“Never mind. I’d rather play it the other way.”
“What other way?”
“You find out what you can from me, and I’ll find out what I can from you. Up to a certain point, I’ll help you. If I should come to the city and look for a job, you do anything you can for me.”
“I can’t do very much.”
“I understand. You do what you can. Will you?”
“Yes.”