the lodger-第25章
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Why； to take only one little fact … Joe Chandler had never shown the slightest curiosity about their lodger。 。 。。
Mrs。 Bunting pulled herself together with a start； and hurried quickly on。 Bunting would begin to wonder what had happened to her。
She went into the Post Office and handed the form to the young woman without a word。 Margaret； a sensible woman； who was accustomed to manage other people's affairs； had even written out the words： 〃Will be with you to tea。 … DAISY。〃
It was a comfort to have the thing settled once for all。 If anything horrible was going to happen in the next two or three days … it was just as well Daisy shouldn't be at home。 Not that there was any real danger that anything would happen； … Mrs。 Bunting felt sure of that。
By this time she was out in the street again； and she began mentally counting up the number of murders The Avenger had committed。 Nine； or was it ten？ Surely by now The Avenger must be avenged？ Surely by now； if … as that writer in the newspaper had suggested … he was a quiet； blameless gentleman living in the West End； whatever vengeance he had to wreak； must be satisfied？
She began hurrying homewards； it wouldn't do for the lodger to ring before she had got back。 Bunting would never know how to manage Mr。 Sleuth； especially if Mr。 Sleuth was in one of his queer moods。
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Mrs。 Bunting put the key into the front door lock and passed into the house。 Then her heart stood still with fear and terror。 There came the sound of voices … of voices she thought she did not know … in the sitting…room。
She opened the door； and' then drew a long breath。 It was only Joe Chandler … Joe； Daisy； and Bunting； talking together。 They stopped rather guiltily as she came in； but not before she had heard Chandler utter the words： 〃That don't mean nothing！ I'll just run out and send another saying you won't come； Miss Daisy。〃
And then the strangest smile came over Mrs。 Bunting's face。 There had fallen on her ear the still distant； but unmistakable； shouts which betokened that something had happened last night … something which made it worth while for the newspaper…sellers to come crying down the Maryleb6ne Road。
〃Well？〃 she said a little breathlessly。 〃Well； Joe？ I suppose you've brought us news？ I suppose there's been another？〃
He looked at her； surprised。 〃No； that there hasn't； Mrs。 Bunting … not as far as I know； that is。 Oh； you're thinking of those newspaper chaps？ They've got to cry out something；〃 he grinned。 〃You wouldn't 'a thought folk was so bloodthirsty。 They're just shouting out that there's been an arrest； but we don't take no stock of that。 It's a Scotchman what gave himself up last night at Dorking。 He'd been drinking； and was apitying of himself。 Why； since this business began； there's been about twenty arrests； but they've all come to nothing。〃
〃Why； Ellen； you looks quite sad； quite disappointed；〃 said Bunting jokingly。 〃Come to think of it； it's high time The Avenger was at work again。〃 He laughed as he made his grim joke。 Then turned to young Chandler： 〃Well； you'll be glad when its all over； my lad。〃
〃Glad in a way；〃 said Chandler unwillingly。 〃But one 'ud have liked to have caught him。 One doesn't like to know such a creature's at large； now； does one？〃
Mrs。 Bunting had taken off her bonnet and jacket。 〃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。 Besides； Daisy's stepmother shrewdly suspected that by now the girl herself wouldn't care to do such a thing。 Daisy had plenty of sense tucked away somewhere in her pretty little head。 If it ever became her fate to live as a married woman in London； it would be best to stay on the right side of Aunt Margaret。
And when she came into her kitchen the stepmother's heart became very soft； for Daisy had got everything beautifully ready。 In fact； there was nothing to do but to boil Mr。 Sleuth's two eggs。 Feeling suddenly more cheerful than she had felt of late； Mrs。 Bunting took the tray upstairs。
〃As it was rather late； I didn't wait for you to ring； sir；〃 she said。
And the lodger looked up from the table where； as usual； he was studying with painful； almost agonising intentness； the Book。 〃Quite right； Mrs。 Bunting … quite right！ 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。
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When Mrs。 Bunting went down again she found that a great deal had been settled in her absence； among other things； that Joe Chandler was going to escort Miss Daisy across to Belgrave Square。 He could carry Daisy's modest bag； and if they wanted to ride instead of walk； why； they could take the bus from Baker Street Station to Victoria … that would land them very near Belgrave Square。
But Daisy seemed quite willing to walk； she hadn't had a walk； she declared； for a long； long time … and then she blushed rosy red； and even her stepmother had to admit to herself that Daisy was very nice looking； not at all the sort of girl who ought to be allowed to go about the London streets by herself。
CHAPTER XIII
Daisy's father and stepmother stood side by side at the front door； watching the girl and young Chandler walk off into the darkness。
A yellow pall of fog had suddenly descended on London； and Joe had come a full half…hour before they expected him； explaining； rather lamely； that it was the fog which had brought him so soon。
〃If we was to have waited much longer； perhaps； 'twouldn't have been possible to walk a yard；〃 he explained； and they had accepted； silently； his explanation。
〃I hope it's quite safe sending her off like that？〃 Bunting looked deprecatingly at his wife。 She had already told him more than once that he was too fussy about Daisy； that about his daughter he was like an old hen with her last chicken。
〃She's safer than she would be； with you or me。 She couldn't have a smarter young fellow to look after her。〃
〃It'll be awful thick at Hyde Park Corner；〃 said Bunting。 〃It's always worse there than anywhere else。 If I was Joe I'd 'a taken her by the Underground Railway to Victoria … that 'ud been the best way； considering the weather 'tis。〃
〃They don't think anything of the weather； bless you！〃 said his wife。 〃They'll walk and walk as long as there's a glimmer left for 'em to steer by。 Daisy's just been pining to have a walk with that young chap。 I wonder you didn't notice how disappointed they both were when you was so set on going along with them to that horrid place。〃
〃D'you really mean that； Ellen？〃 Bunting looked upset。 〃I understood Joe to say he liked my company。〃
〃Oh； did you？〃 said Mrs。 Bunting dryly。 〃I expect he liked it just about as much as we liked the company of that old cook who would go out with us when we was courting。 It always was a wonder to me how the woman could force herself upon two people who didn't want her。〃
〃But I'm Daisy's father； and an old friend of Chandler；〃 said Bunting remonstratingly。 〃I'm quite different from that cook。 She was nothing to us； and we was nothing to her。〃
〃She'd have liked to be something to you； I make no doubt；〃 observed his Ellen； shaking her head； and her husband smiled； a little foolishly。
By this time they were back in their nice； cosy sitting…room； and a feeling of not altogether unpleasant lassitude stole over Mrs。 Bunting。 It was a comfort to have Daisy out of her way for a bit。 The girl； in some ways； was very wide awake and inquisitive； and she had early betrayed what her stepmother thought to be a very unseemly and silly curiosity concerning the lodger。 〃You might just let me have one peep at him； Ellen？〃 she had pleaded； only that morning。 But E
