"This is a nice time to start making up beds," the housekeeper complained. "I was just ready to undress."
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mrs. Masterbrook. I'll do it myself."
"I didn't say I wasn't willing to help," the housekeeper said quickly. "Only if you ask me, you're making a big mistake to take a perfect stranger into the house."
"What makes you think he's a stranger?" asked Penny quickly.
"I couldn't help hearing what he told you," Mrs. Masterbrook returned with a toss of her head. "I don't believe for a single minute that his name is Michael Haymond. Anyone could tell that he was lying."
"Who do you think he is?" asked Penny. "A 'G' man in disguise?"
"He looks more like a young criminal to me," Mrs. Masterbrook replied soberly. "His face is very familiar."
"Dear me, how did you manage to see him? Not through the keyhole?"
The housekeeper had not meant to betray herself. She flushed and made no answer.
"If you care to meet Mr. Haymond, come into the living room," Penny invited. "I think you'll find him to be a very nice young man."