Hal Ellson - Masters of Noir: Volume 3

Stranger in the House by Theodore Pratt first appeared in Manhunt, January 1957.

May I Come In? by Fletcher Flora first appeared in Manhunt, January 1955.

The Killers by John D. Macdonald first appeared in Manhunt, January 1955.

Cop For a Day by Henry Slesar first appeared in Manhunt, January 1957.

Attack by Ed McBain, writing as Hunt Collins, first appeared in Manhunt, February 1953

Six Fingers by Hal Ellson first appeared in Manhunt, December 1954

Just Window Shopping by Lawrence Block, writing as Sheldon Lord, appeared in Mans Magazine, December 1962.

Precise Moment by Henry Kane first appeared in Manhunt, December 1954

Graveyard Shift by Steve Frazee first appeared in Manhunt, May 1953

Bait For the Red-Head by Eugene Pawley first appeared in Manhunt, January 1957

Her regular cleaning woman had not appeared that morning, and by the time Mrs. Belding decided she was not coming, and had called the employment agency to send over another to her apartment, it was nearly ten oclock.

The woman the agency sent was a big creature. She was so tall that she stooped, giving her broad, harsh face a rather ridiculous look as it peered out from under a crazy, flopping little hat set on a mass of straggly gray hair. Her blood-shot gray eyes lighted up, blazing, upon seeing Mrs. Belding, as if in fierce anticipation at working for so lovely a lady.

She was so formidable in appearance that Mrs. Belding was a little disturbed at the idea of having her in the apartment all day. She had heard stories of how strange servants had robbed their employers. She hesitated as she looked at the woman. But when she thought of the reputation of the employment agency and saw again the womans funny hat, she asked the woman if she were willing, considering how late she had come, to work until six instead of five.

The woman boomed out readily, in a deep and husky voice, Sure, Mam, sure am. She didnt smile, but seemed deathly serious, as if sincerity might be a passion with her. Her name, she said, was Hattie.

Mrs. Belding regretted her decision a little when Hattie had prepared herself for work by simply setting her hat on a chair in the hall. Without her crazy hat perched on her frizzly head, the woman no longer seemed amusing. She was now almost threatening. But when Mrs. Belding explained what was to be done, and Hattie had started, attacking the tasks with a surprising willingness and speed, Mrs. Belding decided that her fears were groundless.

At the same time, it occurred to her, for the first time, that she would have to stay in the apartment all day. It wouldnt do to leave it in charge of an unknown cleaning woman. Mrs. Belding had meant to shop for some new stockings to go with the evening dress she would wear that night when she dined out with friends. She considered doing her shopping anyway, wondering if she could trust Hattie.

She thought of calling up the employment agency and asking about Hattie. But agencies couldnt know everything about the people they sent, and besides she couldnt very well make the inquiry with Hattie listening. She saw Hattie moving the piano to clean in back of it, thrusting the heavy instrument aside as if it were little more than a heavy chair. She decided that the old stockings, mended, would have to do.

Mrs. Belding watched Hattie closely, but the only thing she saw was the womans strength. She had difficulty composing herself, or finding a comfortable place to sit, as Hattie bustled about, doing work in a few minutes that ordinarily took the better part of an hour to accomplish. It rather alarmed Mrs. Belding. It made her feel nervous. But she reflected that ability, speed, willingness, and strength were no qualities to complain about in a cleaning woman. She had been accustomed to laziness and sometimes downright shirking such as the regular woman not coming at all today and sending no message.

She felt angry with the regular woman, and friendly toward Hattie, resolving to keep Hattie permanently if she turned out to be all right in other respects. She examined the work that had already been done, and was pleased.

If Mrs. Belding watched Hattie, and contrived to stay much in the same room with her, Hattie followed the same tactics herself. She didnt seem to mind being supervised at all, but appeared to like having Mrs. Belding with her, and several times followed her about. She kept looking at Mrs. Belding, as if in deep admiration, but this did not interfere with her work. She went steadily about it all that morning, almost grimly, and silently except when an especially energetic outburst made her pant a little.

At noon, when Mrs. Belding began preparing lunch, Hattie suggested, You let me fix it, Mrs. Belding. And when she was told she could do so if she wished, she said with serious gratitude, Yes, Mam.

Hatties meal was dainty and delicious. She served it to Mrs. Belding as if she had been long a retainer in the household. She was highly solicitous, several times interrupting her own lunch, which she was having in the kitchen, to come in and inquire if everything were satisfactory. She hovered about anxiously wanting to please. Mrs. Belding had never before experienced such attention and devotion in the short course of a meal.

Hattie was almost loving in her service. Mrs. Belding complimented her and the woman replied, from a voice choked with emotion, Sure, Mam.

By this time Mrs. Belding was assured that Hattie did not mean to rob her. If the woman meant to, she would certainly have attempted it before this, instead of working so hard and efficiently all the time. She looked at Hatties face and found it drawn. Trying to make a good impression and overdoing the effort, thought Mrs. Belding. Poor thing.

Mrs. Belding did not object when, in the afternoon, Hattie slowed down considerably and became talkative. The woman had started on the closets. And when she came to the one in Mrs. Beldings bedroom, she spent some time in it. She busied herself at examining the clothes there, sometimes touching them, as with envious hands.

You got fine clothes, Mrs. Belding, she announced.

Her voice went through the room, through the whole apartment, resounding against the walls. All womens clothes, too. No mans clothes here. You dont have a man, Mrs. Belding?

Mrs. Belding smiled at this inquisitiveness that had been so long in coming out, and replied, No, Hattie.

A little later, Hattie observed the things that had been laid out on the bed and said, You got your evening dress ready. Ill bet you got a man coming to call for you tonight, aint you, Mrs. Belding? And Hattie touched the dress softly.

No, I...

Something in the way Hattie asked this made Mrs. Belding check herself. This was no business of Hatties. Even if Hattie seemed all right, possibly it was not a good plan to admit that there was no man about the place. She tried to cover up her admission. Yes, she said, there is a gentleman calling for me later.

Hattie laughed. It was a long, throaty laugh, full and unrestrained. Caressing the clothes with big, affectionate hands, and stooping over them, she said, I like to imagine how youll look in that dress, Mrs. Belding. I sure like to work for a beautiful woman like you, Mrs. Belding.

Hatties laugh remained in the room, echoing, for minutes after she left it.

Mrs. Belding had been disturbed by the whole thing. But she, finally, decided that Hatties comments on the clothes had simply been in the nature of a hint that she be given some old clothes, either those of a woman, or of a man. Cleaning women were always wanting clothes, and asking for them by admiring those of the people for whom they worked. That was the way they obtained much of their clothing.