She knew the answer to that one. "I want you to find him, and I want to see him."
"Very well. It may take time and it will be expensive. A retainer of two thousand dollars?"
She didn't blink. "Of course," she agreed, speaking as a millionaire. "I'll mail you a check today. I suppose it's understood that this is extremely confidential, as I said at the beginning, and no reports are to be phoned to me, and written reports are not to be mailed but handed to me personally. One thing I was going to suggest."
She directed her clear blue eyes at me, and back at Wolfe.