"Hullo!" she said. "I was looking for you." Her brown eyes flicked a glance at Joel. "This the new man?"
The major-domo said, "Yes," in a relieved voice.
"Big devil. Does he bite?"
"He's a legitimate maladjustment case, if that's what you're driving at," the fat man replied stiffly. "What did you want?"
"Miss Cameron sent me to fetch him." She jerked her head at Joel.
The major-domo frowned. "You'll have to go," he said to Joel. "I was hoping she'd give you time to get your bearings. But that's not her way."
"Listen," said the girl turning anxiously to Joel. "I'm Peg—Miss Cameron's maid. You watch your step. That baggage has bought dozens of men off the Star Ships. They would be around for a week, ten days. Then pouf! Gone! Nobody would ever see 'em again!"
Joel looked startled. "What is she? A lady Bluebeard?"
"She's no lady," said the girl. "And it isn't funny. You watch your step. She can see in the dark like a cat!"
"What's that?" Joel's interest quickened. "See in the dark?"