The door swung open. Turning, Penny saw a young man, possibly thirty years of age, standing on the threshold. His dark eyes were sharp and appraising.
“Hello,” he said, without smiling. “Aren’t you afraid a monkey may jump out of that cabinet?”
Penny, who seldom blushed, felt a wave of heat creeping over her cheeks.
“Hello,” she stammered. “You must be Mrs. Hodges’ new roomer.”
“Al Gepper, at your service. Who are you, girlie?”
“You guessed it,” said Penny shortly, edging away from the cabinet.
Al Gepper remained in the doorway, blocking the exit with his arm. He did not move as the girl attempted to move past him.
“What’s your hurry?” he drawled. “Stick around and let’s get acquainted. I’ll show you some neat card tricks.”
“Thanks, but I haven’t time, Mr. Gepper.”
“What’s your name anyhow?” he persisted. “You’re not Mrs. Hodges’ daughter.”