I took out my notebook, and said dubiously, “Well, I might put that across for you, but I think the Claim Department’s not going to be satisfied. With this confusion about names, they’re going to want the whole story.”
“Suppose you did put it across? When would I get the cheque?”
“Almost immediately.”
“I need the money,” she said.
I kept quiet.
She said, “The information I was after was very confidential.”
“Are you,” I asked, “a private detective?”
“No.”
“What is your occupation?”
She said, “I work in a night spot.”