“No reward has been offered?”
“Not a dollar.”
“But you want to find out who killed Mother Flintstone, and why.”
“I do, and I will find out.”
“Thank God!” cried Margie Marne, rising from her chair and seizing Carter’s hands. “That’s the best thing I ever heard a man say.”
“What was the old lady to you?”
“Don’t ask me. Only find the hand that slew her.”
“That’s my mission, as I’ve already told you.”
“I’ll reward you,” and she seemed to smile again. “I don’t look like a person of wealth, but I can reward the man who solves this mystery of the tenements. I’m not as poor as I look, not a female Lazarus by any means.”
“You don’t look it, either.”