"I'm Gerald Blemish," he said, and nodded toward the other. "This is my twin brother, Cecil. Of course those names are entirely fictitious, but we haven't used our real ones for so long we've forgotten them. Then, on the other hand, maybe those are our real names only we just don't know it. We came with the men from the government." "Oh," Julie said, relieved. "You're with the government too." "Oh, no," Gerald Blemish said. "Heavens no. We just followed them in. We're spies." "Spies?" Julie said incredulously. "Oh, dear! With government men right in the house?" "Oh, we followed them everywhere," the brother called Cecil said. "We find things out faster that way." "I can see where you would," Julie said. "Haven't they ever caught you?" "Oh, yes. They catch us all the time. That's one reason they like to have us around; we're handy in case they want to arrest someone and don't know who to arrest." He glanced at his brother and sniggered noisily. "They think we're harmless." "We've been arrested in so many shake-ups," Gerald offered, "we're known as the Double Malts to some people. We photograph very well in the newsreels. You know, being taken into custody with our hats over our faces. That's why we wear hats, just for pictures." "Oh, yes," Cecil put in. "As a matter of fact, we used to be in the movies professionally. We played spies exclusively. Because we look so awful. In fact that's how we got started as spies. After seeing us as spies on the screen all the time, everyone got to believe we really were spies. No one would come near us." Gerald nodded. "When we went to call on anyone, people refused to answer the door." "It sort of depressed us at first," Cecil said. "And then, on top of that, the movies stopped using us. The vogue in spies turned to beautiful women. They said we were old hat. That put us out of work. But there wasn't anything else we knew how to do. No one would believe we weren't spies so we just had to go on being them." "I see," Julie said, feeling that she had wandered into a world of complete madness. "What country do you spy for?" The brothers glanced quickly at each other, then lowered their eyes to the floor. "That's just the trouble," Gerald said in saddened tones. "We don't work for anyone. We're unsponsored. No country will hire us because we look so much like spies. Other spies refuse to be seen with us." "I don't wonder," Julie said. "With faces like yours. I wouldn't want to be seen with you, and I'm not even a spy." * * * * * The dreadful brothers looked up with unexpected happiness. They smiled on Julie crookedly from the corners of their mouths. "Oh, I'm so glad you said that," Cecil said. "We were afraid we were beginning to lose our looks. Do you think we're really vile? You're not just saying that?" "I think you're perfectly horrible," Julie said with a feeling of delusion. "And I mean every word of it."