illustrated by roy dismas and rhoda penmarq
"well, that was a good morning's work. i hope my client appreciates it."
"will he pay you?"
"oh, he's a collinson. they are on retainer."
"he appreciates it."
perkins sighed. he dropped his cigarette on the courthouse steps and ground it out. "i just wish sometimes they would show a little appreciation appreciation - not treat me like a servant."
"i wish my clients would show me a little money."
"ah, here he is now." perkins put a smile on his face. "he's punctual, at least."
"a well-brought up young man."
"oh, a very well brought -up young man."
conrad got out of the back seat, waved off davis's offer of an umbrella and hurried up the courthouse steps.
"great news, sir. great news," perkins smiled at conrad. "the matter is all taken care of. no need for you to even appear in court."
"oh?" conrad stared blankly at him. "you mean angie has come to her senses?"
"no, i mean angie has disappeared."