"There's no need to do that," said Mr. Nichols. "You're welcome to stay here if you like. Our quarters aren't very luxurious, but at least it will be better than walking back to the village."
"I'll get Mrs. Masterbrook to help me fix up one of the bedrooms right away," Penny added quickly.
"It's very kind of you," said the young man, looking troubled. "You know nothing about me——"
"We're not worried upon that score," replied Mr. Nichols with a smile. "But you might tell us your name."
"Oh, yes, to be sure——" stammered the young man. "Just call me Michael—Michael Haymond."
"I am very glad to know you, Mr. Haymond," returned the detective. "May I take your coat and hat? I'll build up the fire so that your things will dry out."
Penny crossed the room intending to call Mrs. Masterbrook. As she opened the door leading into the hallway she saw the housekeeper hastily retreating into her own bedroom. Obviously she had been listening to the conversation.
"Mrs. Masterbrook!" called Penny.
"Well, what is it?" asked the housekeeper, re-opening her door.
"A guest is spending the night. Will you please help me prepare the east bedroom?"