"The doorkeeper must be right," he observed reflectively. "Who it was though, that stole the model, I can't imagine. Tell you what I'll do. I'll post these letters, and then walk out to that farmer's place and find out what I can."
When Deb returned home she found a man and a boy in the hall, waiting for her.
"Are you Miss Willington?" asked the man, politely.
"Yes, sir."
"Then I'm sorry, but unless you are able to pay the rent that is due, I have orders to put you out of the house."
Deb shrunk back in horror.
"Out of the house?" she repeated!
"Yes, ma'am, Mr. Hammerby served you with a three days' notice to quit, I believe?"
"He did--two days ago."
"Three days----"