Sellers grinned.
“I almost didn’t rent it to him,” she said. “It’s people like that who give a place a bad name. I wish now I’d followed my inclination and kicked him out. A couple of little amateurs, that’s what they are. After all, I’m not running a place for kids.”
“He ain’t a kid,” Sellers said.
“Well, he acts like it.”
“What about the babe that was with him?”
“I didn’t get a good look at her,” the woman said, and then added wearily, “I never do with that type. Some of them stand out brazen as can be, but, for the most part, the amateurs keep back out of the way, sitting in the car and trying to look disinterested. They make me sick!”
“Come on,” Sellers said, “you must have had something of a look at her. Was she a red-headed girl with…”
“No, she was small, and she was blonde. I saw that much. I’ve told the police all about her already.”
“Then what happened?”
She said, “This man registered. I took them down and showed them the place, collected the rent money and went back. I had three more cottages. I rented them within about an hour and a half. On the last one there was this complaint about the radio in the other cabin, so I…”