“He’s about thirty-five with dark eyes and long, wavy black hair. Women go nuts over him.”
Her eyes showed interest. “I’ll doll up and go talk with him,” she said. “I bet he’d put through a cheque.”
“It might be a good idea,” I said, “but don’t do it until I’ve made my report. Perhaps that’ll be all you need. If he makes a kick about it, I’ll let you know where the beef is and then you can go do your stuff.”
“Okay, Donald. Thanks.”
We shook hands, and I went out.
There was a grocery store on the corner. I used the telephone to call Bertha Cool’s office. Elsie Brand switched the call through to Bertha Cool’s private telephone without comment. “Donald talking,” I said.
“Where have you been?” Bertha Cool asked.
“Working. I think I’ve uncovered a lead.”
“What is it?”
“This Harris girl is an entertainer in a night spot. Lintig sent her to find out about his wife.”