the lodger-第30章
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It had been no nightmare； then； but something infinitely worse … reality。
Why couldn't Bunting have lain quiet abed for awhile longer； and let his poor wife go on dreaming？ The most awful dream would have been easier to bear than this awakening。
She heard her husband go to the front door； and； as he bought the paper； exchange a few excited words with the newspaper…seller。 Then he came back。 There was a pause； and she heard him lighting the gas…ring in the sitting…room。
Bunting always made his wife a cup of tea in the morning。 He had promised to do this when they first married； and he had never yet broken his word。 It was a very little thing and a very usual thing； no doubt； for a kind husband to do； but this morning the knowledge that he was doing it brought tears to Mrs。 Bunting's pale blue eyes。 This morning he seemed to be rather longer than usual over the job。
When； at last； he came in with the little tray； Bunting found his wife lying with her face to the wall。
〃Here's your tea； Ellen；〃 he said； and there was a thrill of eager； nay happy； excitement in his voice。
She turned herself round and sat up。 〃Well？〃 she asked。 〃Well？ Why don't you tell me about it？〃
〃I thought you was asleep；〃 he stammered out。 〃I thought； Ellen； you never heard nothing。〃
〃How could I have slept through all that din？ Of course I heard。 Why don't you tell me？〃
〃I've hardly had time to glance at the paper myself；〃 he said slowly。
〃You was reading it just now；〃 she said severely； 〃for I heard the rustling。 You begun reading it before you lit the gas…ring。 Don't tell me！ What was that they was shouting about the Edgware Road？〃
〃Well；〃 said Bunting； 〃as you do know； I may as well tell you。 The Avenger's moving West … that's what he's doing。 Last time 'twas King's Cross … now 'tis the Edgware Road。 I said he'd come our way； and he has come our way！〃
〃You just go and get me that paper；〃 she commanded。 〃I wants to see for myself。〃
Bunting went into the next room； then he came back and handed her silently the odd…looking； thin little sheet。
〃Why； whatever's this？〃 she asked。 〃This ain't our paper！〃
〃'Course not；〃 he answered； a trifle crossly。 〃It's a special early edition of the Sun； just because of The Avenger。 Here's the bit about it〃 … he showed her the exact spot。 But she would have found it； even by the comparatively bad light of the gas…jet now flaring over the dressing…table； for the news was printed in large； clear characters： …
〃Once more the murder fiend who chooses to call himself The Avenger has escaped detection。 While the whole attention of the police； and of the great army of amateur detectives who are taking an interest in this strange series of atrocious crimes； were concentrating their attention round the East End and King's Cross； he moved swift1y and silently Westward。 And； choosing a time when the Edgware Road is at its busiest and most thronged； did another human being to death with lightning…like quickness and savagery。
〃Within fifty yards of the deserted warehouse yard where he had lured his victim to destruction were passing up and down scores of happy； busy people； intent on their Christmas shopping。 Into that cheerful throng he must have plunged within a moment of committing his atrocious crime。 And it was only owing to the merest accident that the body was discovered as soon as it was … that is； just after midnight
〃Dr。 Dowtray； who was called to the spot at once； is of opinion that the woman had been dead at least three hours； if not four。 It was at first thought … we were going to say； hoped … that this murder had nothing to do with the series which is now puzzling and horrifying the whole of the civilised world。 But no … pinned on the edge of the dead woman's dress was the usual now familiar triangular piece of grey paper … the grimmest visiting card ever designed by the wit of man！ And this time The Avenger has surpassed himself as regards his audacity and daring … so cold in its maniacal fanaticism and abhorrent wickedness。〃
All the time that Mrs。 Bunting was reading with slow； painful intentness； her husband was looking at her； longing； yet afraid； to burst out with a new idea which he was burning to confide even to his Ellen's unsympathetic ears。
At last； when she had quite finished； she looked up defiantly。
〃Haven't you anything better to do than to stare at me like that？〃 she said irritably。 〃Murder or no murder； I've got to get up！ Go away … do！〃
And Bunting went off into the next room。
After he had gone； his wife lay back and closed her eyes。 She tried to think of nothing。 Nay； more … so strong； so determined was her will that for a few moments she actually did think of nothing。 She felt terribly tired and weak； brain and body both quiescent； as does a person who is recovering from a long； wearing illness。
Presently detached； puerile thoughts drifted across the surface of her mind like little clouds across a summer sky。 She wondered if those horrid newspaper men were allowed to shout in Belgrave Square； she wondered if； in that case； Margaret； who was so unlike her brother…in…law； would get up and buy a paper。 But no。 Margaret was not one to leave her nice warm bed for such a silly reason as that。
Was it to…morrow Daisy was coming back？ Yes … to…morrow； not to…day。 Well； that was a comfort； at any rate。 What amusing things Daisy would be able to tell about her visit to Margaret！ The girl had an excellent gift of mimicry。 And Margaret； with her precise； funny ways； her perpetual talk about 〃the family；〃 lent herself to the cruel gift。
And then Mrs。 Bunting's mind … her poor； weak； tired mind … wandered off to young Chandler。 A funny thing love was； when you came to think of it … which she； Ellen Bunting； didn't often do。 There was Joe； a likely young fellow； seeing a lot of young women； and pretty young women； too； … quite as pretty as Daisy； and ten times more artful … and yet there！ He passed them all by； had done so ever since last summer； though you might be sure that they； artful minxes； by no manner of means passed him by； … without giving them a thought！ As Daisy wasn't here； he would probably keep away to…day。 There was comfort in that thought； too。
And then Mrs。 Bunting sat up； and memory returned in a dreadful turgid flood。 If Joe did come in； she must nerve herself to hear all that … that talk there'd be about The Avenger between him and Bunting。
Slowly she dragged herself out of bed； feeling exactly as if she had just recovered from an illness which had left her very weak； very； very tired in body and soul。
She stood for a moment listening … listening； and shivering； for it was very cold。 Considering how early it still was； there seemed a lot of coming and going in the Marylebone Road。 She could hear the unaccustomed sounds through her closed door and the tightly fastened windows of the sitting…room。 There must be a regular crowd of men and women； on foot and in cabs； hurrying to the scene of The Avenger's last extraordinary crime。
She heard the sudden thud made by their usual morning paper falling from the letter…box on to the floor of the hall； and a moment later came the sound of Bunting quickly； quietly going out and getting it。 She visualised him coming back； and sitting down with a sigh of satisfaction by the newly…lit fire。
Languidly she began dressing herself to the accompaniment of distant tramping and of noise of passing traffic； which increased in volume and in sound as the moments slipped by。
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When Mrs。 Bunting went down into her kitchen everything looked just as she had left it； and there was no trace of the acrid smell she had expected to find there。 Instead； the cavernous； whitewashed room was full of fog； but she noticed that； though the shutters were bolted and barred as she had left them； the windows behind them had been widely opened to the air。 She had left them shut。
Making a 〃spill〃 out of a twist of newspaper … she had been taught the art as a girl by one of her old mistresses … she stooped and flung open the oven…door of her gas…stove。 Yes； it was as she had expected a fierce heat had been generated there since she had last used t
