She gave her employer's name, and admitted that she had been there only a few months.
"Where was your last reference from?"
"A place in Australia."
"And what relation are you to Herbert Gotobed?"
"Who's that?"
"Come, don't let's waste time, Miss What name do you use, by the way?"
"I use my own name," she glared at him. "Rosa Freeson."
Grant tilted the lamp for a better view of her. He had never seen her before. "Herbert Gotobed came out here to see you tonight and you were waiting for him. You will save yourself a lot of trouble if you tell me all about it, now."
"I was waiting, if you must know, for Bert. He's the milk roundsman. You can't run me in for that. You can't blame me much, either. A girl has to have a little fun in a place like this."
"Yes?" He moved toward the built-in wardrobe. "Stay where you are," he said.