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Perhaps because his luncheon was served to him a good deal later than usual, Mr.Sleuth ate his nice piece of steamed sole upstairs with far heartier an appetite than his landlady had eaten her nice slice of roast pork downstairs.

"I hope you're feeling a little better, sir," Mrs.Bunting had forced herself to say when she first took in his tray.

And he had answered plaintively, querulously, "No, I can't say Ifeel well to-day, Mrs.Bunting.I am tired - very tired.And as Ilay in bed I seemed to hear so many sounds - so much crying and shouting.I trust the Marylebone Road is not going to become a noisy thoroughfare, Mrs.Bunting?""Oh, no, sir, I don't think that.We're generally reckoned very quiet indeed, sir."She waited a moment - try as she would, she could not allude to what those unwonted shouts and noises had betokened."I expect you've got a chill, sir," she said suddenly."If I was you, I shouldn't go out this afternoon; I'd just stay quietly indoors.There's a lot of rough people about - " Perhaps there was an undercurrent of warning, of painful pleading, in her toneless voice which penetrated in some way to the brain of the lodger, for Mr.Sleuth looked up, and an uneasy, watchful look came into his luminous grey eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Mrs.Bunting.But I think I'll take your advice.That is, I will stay quietly at home, I am never at a loss to know what to do with myself so long as I can study the Book of Books.""Then you're not afraid about your eyes, sir?" said Mrs.Bunting curiously.Somehow she was beginning to feel better.It comforted her to be up here, talking to Mr.Sleuth, instead of thinking about him downstairs.It seemed to banish the terror which filled her soul - aye, and her body, too - at other times.When she was with him Mr.Sleuth was so gentle, so reasonable, so - so grateful.

Poor kindly, solitary Mr.Sleuth! This kind of gentleman surely wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone a human being.Eccentric - so much must be admitted.But Mrs.Bunting had seen a good deal of eccentric folk, eccentric women rather than eccentric men, in her long career as useful maid.

Being at ordinary times an exceptionally sensible, well-balanced woman, she had never, in old days, allowed her mind to dwell on certain things she had learnt as to the aberrations of which human nature is capable - even well-born, well-nurtured, gentle human nature - as exemplified in some of the households where she had served.It would, indeed, be unfortunate if she now became morbid or - or hysterical.

So it was in a sharp, cheerful voice, almost the voice in which she had talked during the first few days of Mr.Sleuth's stay in her house, that she exclaimed, "Well, sir, I'll be up again to clear away in about half an hour.And if you'll forgive me for saying so, I hope you will stay in and have a rest to-day.Nasty, muggy weather - that's what it is! If there's any little thing you want, me or Bunting can go out and get it."******

It must have been about four o'clock when there came a ring at the front door.

The three were sitting chatting together, for Daisy had washed up - she really was saving her stepmother a good bit of trouble - and the girl was now amusing her elders by a funny account of Old Aunt's pernickety ways.

"Whoever can that be?" said Bunting, looking up."It's too early for Joe Chandler, surely.""I'll go," said his wife, hurriedly jumping up from her chair.

"I'll go! We don't want no strangers in here."And as she stepped down the short bit of passage she said to herself, "A clue? What clue?"But when she opened the front door a glad sigh of relief broke from her."Why, Joe? We never thought 'twas you! But you're very welcome, I'm sure.Come in."And Chandler came in, a rather sheepish look on his good-looking, fair young face.

"I thought maybe that Mr.Bunting would like to know - " he began, in a loud, cheerful voice, and Mrs.Bunting hurriedly checked him.

She didn't want the lodger upstairs to hear what young Chandler might be going to say.

"Don't talk so loud," she said a little sharply."The lodger is not very well to-day.He's had a cold," she added hastily, "and during the last two or three days he hasn't been able to go out."She wondered at her temerity, her - her hypocrisy, and that moment, those few words, marked an epoch in Ellen Bunting's life.It was the first time she had told a bold and deliberate lie.She was one of those women - there are many, many such - to whom there is a whole world of difference between the suppression of the truth and the utterance of an untruth.

But Chandler paid no heed to her remarks."Has Miss Daisy arrived?"he asked, in a lower voice.

She nodded.And then he went through into the room where the father and daughter were sitting.

"Well?" said Bunting, starting up."Well, Joe? Now you can tell us all about that mysterious clue I suppose it'd be too good news to expect you to tell us they've caught him?""No fear of such good news as that yet awhile.If they'd caught him," said Joe ruefully, "well, I don't suppose I should be here, Mr.Bunting.But the Yard are circulating a description at last.

And - well, they've found his weapon!"

"No?" cried Bunting excitedly."You don't say so! Whatever sort of a thing is it? And are they sure 'tis his?""Well, 'tain't sure, but it seems to be likely."Mrs.Bunting had slipped into the room and shut the door behind her.

But she was still standing with her back against the door, looking at the group in front of her.None of them were thinking of her - she thanked God for that! She could hear everything that was said without joining in the talk and excitement.

"Listen to this!" cried Joe Chandler exultantly."'Tain't given out yet - not for the public, that is - but we was all given it by eight o'clock this morning.Quick work that eh?" He read out:

"WANTED