"I didn't see him. Guernsey told him where you were. Guernsey is an ass! As if you'd have a brother almost fifty."
"What? I haven't any brother," cried Clancy.
"Lucky girl. When they weren't borrowing your money, they'd be getting you to help them out of scrapes or mind your sister-in-law's babies. Sorry. If you're frightened——"
"'Frightened?' Why?" demanded Clancy.
"Well, Guernsey told him where you were, and the man left here apparently headed for you."
Clancy's forehead wrinkled.
"What did he look like?" she asked.
"Oh, Guernsey couldn't describe him very well. Said he wore a mustache that looked dyed, and was short and stocky. That's all."
"Some mistake," said Clancy.
"Perhaps," said Miss Henderson dryly. "Anyway, you needn't let him in. Might be somebody from Zenith who wanted to borrow money."