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Then he told them of his meeting with the detective, and its results, adding: "You see, Jarvis can withhold his reports to suit our convenience, and you can grow strong, feeling secure." Meantime, Jarvis set about his task of record hunting. He was energetic and resolute as a sleuth hound on the scent; so he soon made one or two discoveries.
But, of course, she soon formed a theory as to its whereabouts. The brown leather bag which had formed Mr. Sleuth's only luggage the afternoon of his arrival was almost certainly locked up in the lower part of the drawing-room chiffonnier. Mr. Sleuth evidently always carried the key of the little corner cupboard about his person; Mrs.
She had had one once, so she knew. And as if he were divining her thoughts, Mr. Sleuth walked forward and stared at the stove. "Then you haven't got a slot machine?" he said wonderingly. "I'm very glad of that, for I expect my experiment will take some time. But, of course, I shall pay you something for the use of the stove, Mrs. Bunting."
And then there came a pause. "My name is Sleuth," he said suddenly, "S-l-e-u-t-h. Think of a hound, Mrs. Bunting, and you'll never forget my name. I am quite willing to pay you well, shall we say a month in advance?" A spot of red shot into Mrs. Bunting's cheeks. She felt sick with relief nay, with a joy which was almost pain.
The studio attained suspicious popularity with one or two new untried boys who mined the studio in Kenny's absence and tipped themselves. Kenny, as scandalized as only Kenny could be, turned sleuth and reported the thing in wrath.
The branches of an old and stalwart maple, now almost divested of leaves, extended in rough symmetry above him, and one big limb, reaching out toward the house, came close to Laura's windows. Triumph shown again from the shrewd countenance of the sleuth: Laura must have slid the ledger along a wire into a hollow branch. However, no wire was to be seen and the shrewd countenance of the sleuth fell.
Sleuth was moving restlessly about the room, not sitting reading, as was his wont at this time of the evening. She knocked, and then waited a moment. There came the sound of a sharp click, that of the key turning in the lock of the chiffonnier cupboard or so Mr. Sleuth's landlady could have sworn. There was a pause she knocked again. "Come in," said Mr.
Wanted to arrest you at once, I guess." "Well, I was right, though, wasn't I?" demanded Tom. "You said it couldn't be the same chap. But I knew!" "Yes, you're some sleuth," agreed Steve. "You were right and I was wrong, as you always are." "How about that present you were to give me?" inquired Tom. "You'll get it, all right; just before Christmas."
I interrupted. "I saw you work, Skinski, and you're a wonder; that's good enough for my money." "Yes, but you never once put a sleuth over the back trail to throw the spot light on my past life," Skinski babbled on. "You're the first white man that ever took a chance with me without lashing me to the medicine ball, and I'll make good for you, all right, won't I, Dodey?"
Sleuth with such awful accuracy that both Bunting and Mrs. Bunting secretly and separately turned sick when they listened to him, he never showed the slightest interest in their lodger. At last there came a morning when Bunting and Chandler held a strange conversation about The Avenger. The young fellow had come in earlier than usual, and just as he arrived Mrs.
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