“Might be,” said the old lady, who had evidently formed no favorable impression of her ex-lodger. “But he called himself Ransom.”
“He had a furnished room?”
“The whole third floor, furnished.”
“Is it let now?”
“Part of it. The rear.”
“I’ll take the front room.”
“Without even looking at it?”
“Yes.”
“You’re a queer young man. As to price?”
“Whatever you choose.”