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She hesitated a moment, then asked stiffly, "And will you be requiring any beer, or wine, sir?" A strange, wild look of lowering wrath suddenly filled Mr. Sleuth's pale face. "Certainly not. I thought I had made that quite clear, Mrs. Bunting. I had hoped to hear that you were an abstainer " "So I am, sir, lifelong. And so's Bunting been since we married."
As he exclaimed at her extravagance, "Well, 'twill be pleasant for me, too; keep me company-like while you're out; and make the room nice and warm when you come in. You'll be fair perished, even walking that short way," she said. And then, while her husband was dressing, Mrs. Bunting went upstairs and cleared away Mr. Sleuth's supper.
Bunting" the lodger's voice had become softer, kinder in quality. "It always does me good to see the doctor," said Mrs. Bunting evasively. And then a very odd smile lit up Mr. Sleuth's face. "Doctors are a maligned body of men," he said. "I'm glad to hear you speak well of them. They do their best, Mrs. Bunting. Being human they are liable to err, but I assure you they do their best."
"I don't believe it," he said. "What makes you think so?" "Why, this afternoon, I caught this man's pal, the fellow that calls himself Galer " "I know the man," said Jimmy. "He's a detective, really. Mr. McEachern brought him down here." The sleuth's jaw dropped limply, as if he had received a blow. "What?" he said, in a feeble voice. "Didn't I tell you ?" began Mr.
Sleuth's landlady, and threw blood-red gleams, or so it seemed to her, on to the piece of gold she was holding in her hand. The day went by, as other days had gone by in that quiet household, but, of course, there was far greater animation outside the little house than was usually the case.
"I must just go and see about Mr. Sleuth's breakfast," she said in a weary, dispirited voice, and left them there. She felt disappointed, and very, very depressed. As to the plot which had been hatching when she came in, that had no chance of success; Bunting would never dare let Daisy send out another telegram contradicting the first.
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.
I have been pondering over the command, 'Work while it is yet light." "Yes, sir?" she said, and a queer, cold feeling stole over her heart. "Yes, sir?" "'The spirit is willing, but the flesh the flesh is weak," said Mr. Sleuth, with a heavy sigh. "You studies too hard, and too long that's what's ailing you, sir," said Mr. Sleuth's landlady suddenly. When Mrs.
It was the more silly of her so she told herself in scornful condemnation because she knew that the lodger used red ink. Certain pages of Cruden's Concordance were covered with notes written in Mr. Sleuth's peculiar upright handwriting. In fact in some places you couldn't see the margin, so closely covered was it with remarks and notes of interrogation. Mr.
He had already visualised early this very afternoon the little row with which he dealt each morning first came his wife's strong, serviceable boots, then his own two pairs, a good deal patched and mended, and next to his own Mr. Sleuth's strong, hardly worn, and expensive buttoned boots.
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