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shut up, tight as a drum, the hallways dark from unwashed windows at the end of them, except where the broken windowpanes let light through, and only a dim lightbulb here and there. The stair railings were loose, just asking for an accident, and the trash in the hallways added to the odors that had them all holding their noses.
    “Get a picture of that, Millicent.” Elizabeth shuddered and pointed to a rat getting his fill of something in a sack in a dark corner. “I hate to think children live here.”
    Millicent let go of her nose and quickly took the picture. “Do we have enough?”
    “For now,” John said. “Come on. Let’s get you both out of here. I shouldn’t have let you come inside in the first place.”
    “We had to know what it is Kathleen was talking about, John,” Elizabeth said.
    Just then a door cracked open. Millicent slid the camera into her bag and they all froze where they were.
    Elizabeth held her breath and her heart seemed to stop beating as a big man backed out of the room. “You have one more day to pay your rent, Miss Hardin. If I don’t have it by tomorrow, you’re goin’ to be out on the streets.”
    “I don’t know where I’m going to get it—I don’t get paid for another two days,” a woman’s voice said.
    Elizabeth’s heart went out to her. How awful it would be to have to live here—and to pay good money to do so!
    “Then you’d best be packing now.” The man turned and slammed the door behind him. He was big and foreboding as he realized strangers were in the hall.
    “I don’t recognize the lot of you—who are you and what are you lookin’ for up here?”
    John stepped forward. “Are you the landlord”
    “I am. Mister Brown to you, and from the looks of ya, you aren’t lookin’ for an apartment. So just what is it you’re up to in my building?”
    “We’re visiting.”
    “Who is it you’re visitin’?”
    Elizabeth hurried to the door he’d come out of. “Miss Hardin.”
    “You’re friends of hers?”
    Elizabeth had a feeling they were about to be. “We are.”
    “Well, if you are, ya might help her with the rent, as she’s about to be thrown out on the street.”
    “And how much does she owe?” John asked.
    He named a figure and John dug in his pocket as Elizabeth and Millicent opened their pocketbooks.
    Together they quickly came up with the amount Miss Hardin owed and John handed it to the man. “We want a receipt for it so our friend has proof that she’s paid up.”
    “I’ll get you one. Come with me.”
    “You two go on in and let our friend know she doesn’t have to move anywhere for now. I’ll be back once I get the receipt.”
    John and the landlord started down stairs, the man saying, “If you’re such good friends with Miss Hardin, why aren’t you helpin’ her get out of here?”
    “If you’re the landlord, why aren’t you doing something to clean up this building?”
    “That ain’t any of your business, mister.”
    Dear Lord, please don’t let anything happen to John, Elizabeth prayed as she hurried to knock on the door. “Miss Hardin?”
    “Yes? Who is it?”
    “We’re the women who just helped pay your rent,” Millicent said bluntly. “Please open the door.”
    The door cracked open and a young woman about their age peeked around the door. “Why would you pay my rent?”
    “We don’t like the landlord,” Millicent said.
    “Or how he talked to you,” Elizabeth added. “And we wanted to help.”
    The young woman looked totally confused as tears rushed to her eyes and she opened the door to let them in. “I didn’t know how I was going to do it. I have barely enough for food until payday. I was sick a week ago and couldn’t work. I— My name is Lacy and I don’t know how I can repay you.”
    “We aren’t worried about that. We just didn’t want you thrown out.” Elizabeth dug in her pocketbook for one of Mrs. Heaton’s cards. “If you have problems—ever need a place to stay for a while, come