“No—tell her.”
“How have you found all this out, Berty?”
“I’ve talked to the women.”
“What—the women of the tin can episode?”
“Oh, they’re all over that now—they understand Grandma and me—and what a lot of things they’ve told me. Haven’t you always thought that policemen were noble, kind creatures, like soldiers?”
“Yes,” said Margaretta, innocently, “aren’t they?”
“They’re the most miserable of miserable sinners.”
“Oh, Berty, surely not all!”
“Well, I’ll be generous and leave out half a dozen if it will please you. The others all take bribes.”