The two shifted uncomfortably, glanced at each other. Finally the one closest to Julie spoke.
"I'm Gerald Blemish," he said, and nodded toward the other. "This is my twin brother, Cecil. Of course those names are entirely fictitious, but we haven't used our real ones for so long we've forgotten them. Then, on the other hand, maybe those are our real names only we just don't know it. We came with the men from the government."
"Oh," Julie said, relieved. "You're with the government too."
"Oh, no," Gerald Blemish said. "Heavens no. We just followed them in. We're spies."
"Spies?" Julie said incredulously. "Oh, dear! With government men right in the house?"
"Oh, we followed them everywhere," the brother called Cecil said. "We find things out faster that way."
"I can see where you would," Julie said. "Haven't they ever caught you?"
"Oh, yes. They catch us all the time. That's one reason they like to have us around; we're handy in case they want to arrest someone and don't know who to arrest." He glanced at his brother and sniggered noisily. "They think we're harmless."
"We've been arrested in so many shake-ups," Gerald offered, "we're known as the Double Malts to some people. We photograph very well in the newsreels. You know, being taken into custody with our hats over our faces. That's why we wear hats, just for pictures."
"Oh, yes," Cecil put in. "As a matter of fact, we used to be in the movies professionally. We played spies exclusively. Because we look so awful. In fact that's how we got started as spies. After seeing us as spies on the screen all the time, everyone got to believe we really were spies. No one would come near us."