“Well, it seemed as if I had a direct message from the spirit world to take him into our home. He came here last night. Instead of knocking in the usual way, he rapped six times in succession!”
“Probably he was the one who sent the letter,” said Penny alertly.
“Oh, no! He didn’t know anything about it. I asked him.”
“What is his name, Mrs. Hodges?”
“Al Gepper. He’s such a nice young man and he talks so refined. I am letting him have the entire floor upstairs.”
“That should bring you a nice income,” remarked Mrs. Weems.
“I am asking only two dollars a week,” admitted the seamstress. “He said he couldn’t pay more than that.”
“Why, Jenny,” protested Mrs. Weems, “such a small amount hardly will cover the lights and various extras.”
“I know, Maud, but I couldn’t turn him away. He moved his apparatus in last night and will bring his personal belongings sometime today.”
“His apparatus?” echoed Penny. “What is he, a chemist?”