“Miss Bell,” he said, leaning on his broom handle.

“I was meaning to knock on your door later.”

“Is there a problem with the radiator again?” I asked, stopping near the bottom step.

“No, the heat is fine,” he said, squinting at me through his thick spectacles.

“But we had a visitor this morning.

Just before ten.”

I stopped on the second step, my hand tightening on the strap of my purse.

“Who was it?”