He went back to the table, obediently, and sat down as a child rebuked might have done.
And then his landlady left him.
"Well?" said Bunting cheerily. "Everything went off quite all right.
And Daisy"s a lucky girl--that she is! Her Aunt Margaret gave her five shillings."
But Daisy did not look as pleased as her father thought she ought to do.
"I hope nothing"s happened to Mr. Chandler," she said a little disconsolately. "The very last words he said to me last night was that he"d be there at ten o"clock. I got quite fidgety as the time went on and he didn"t come."
"He"s been here," said Mrs. Bunting slowly.
"Been here?" cried her husband. "Then why on earth didn"t he go and fetch Daisy, if he"d time to come here?"
"He was on the way to his job," his wife answered. "You run along, child, downstairs. Now that you are here you can make yourself useful."
And Daisy reluctantly obeyed. She wondered what it was her stepmother didn"t want her to hear.
"I"ve something to tell you, Bunting."
"Yes?" He looked across uneasily. "Yes, Ellen?"
"There"s been another o" those murders. But the police don"t want anyone to know about it--not yet. That"s why Joe couldn"t go over and fetch Daisy. They"re all on duty again."
Bunting put out his hand and clutched hold of the edge of the mantelpiece. He had gone very red, but his wife was far too much concerned with her own feelings and sensations to notice it.
There was a long silence between them. Then he spoke, making a great effort to appear unconcerned.
"And where did it happen?" he asked. "Close to the other one?"
She hesitated, then: "I don"t know. He didn"t say. But hush!"
she added quickly. "Here"s Daisy! Don"t let"s talk of that horror in front of her-like. Besides, I promised Chandler I"d be mum."
And he acquiesced.
"You can be laying the cloth, child, while I go up and clear away the lodger"s breakfast." Without waiting for an answer, she hurried upstairs.
Mr. Sleuth had left the greater part of the nice lemon sole untouched.
"I don"t feel well to-day," he said fretfully. "And, Mrs. Bunting?
I should be much obliged if your husband would lend me that paper I saw in his hand. I do not often care to look at the public prints, but I should like to do so now."
She flew downstairs. "Bunting," she said a little breathlessly, "the lodger would like you just to lend him the Sun."
Bunting handed it over to her. "I"ve read it through," he observed.
"You can tell him that I don"t want it back again."
On her way up she glanced down at the pink sheet. Occupying a third of the s.p.a.ce was an irregular drawing, and under it was written, in rather large characters:
"We are glad to be able to present our readers with an authentic reproduction of the footprint of the half-worn rubber sole which was almost certainly worn by The Avenger when he committed his double murder ten days ago."
She went into the sitting-room. To her relief it was empty.
"Kindly put the paper down on the table," came Mr. Sleuth"s m.u.f.fled voice from the upper landing.
She did so. "Yes, sir. And Bunting don"t want the paper back again, sir. He says he"s read it." And then she hurried out of the room.
CHAPTER XXIII
All afternoon it went on snowing; and the three of them sat there, listening and waiting--Bunting and his wife hardly knew for what; Daisy for the knock which would herald Joe Chandler.
And about four there came the now familiar sound.
Mrs. Bunting hurried out into the pa.s.sage, and as she opened the front door she whispered, "We haven"t said anything to Daisy yet.
Young girls can"t keep secrets."
Chandler nodded comprehendingly. He now looked the low character he had a.s.sumed to the life, for he was blue with cold, disheartened, and tired out.
Daisy gave a little cry of shocked surprise, of amus.e.m.e.nt, of welcome, when she saw how cleverly he was disguised.
"I never!" she exclaimed. "What a difference it do make, to be sure! Why, you looks quite horrid, Mr. Chandler."
And, somehow, that little speech of hers amused her father so much that he quite cheered up. Bunting had been very dull and quiet all that afternoon.
"It won"t take me ten minutes to make myself respectable again,"
said the young man rather ruefully.
His host and hostess, looking at him eagerly, furtively, both came to the conclusion that he had been unsuccessful--that he had failed, that is, in getting any information worth having. And though, in a sense, they all had a pleasant tea together, there was an air of constraint, even of discomfort, over the little party.
Bunting felt it hard that he couldn"t ask the questions that were trembling on his lips; he would have felt it hard any time during the last month to refrain from knowing anything Joe could tell him, but now it seemed almost intolerable to be in this queer kind of half suspense. There was one important fact he longed to know, and at last came his opportunity of doing so, for Joe Chandler rose to leave, and this time it was Bunting who followed him out into the hall.
"Where did it happen?" he whispered. "Just tell me that, Joe?"
"Primrose Hill," said the other briefly. "You"ll know all about it in a minute or two, for it"ll be all in the last editions of the evening papers. That"s what"s been arranged."
"No arrest I suppose?"
Chandler shook his head despondently. "No," he said, "I"m inclined to think the Yard was on a wrong tack altogether this time. But one can only do one"s best. I don"t know if Mrs. Bunting told you I"d got to question a barmaid about a man who was in her place just before closing-time. Well, she"s said all she knew, and it"s as clear as daylight to me that the eccentric old gent she talks about was only a harmless luny. He gave her a sovereign just because she told him she was a teetotaller!" He laughed ruefully.
Even Bunting was diverted at the notion. "Well, that"s a queer thing for a barmaid to be!" he exclaimed. "She"s niece to the people what keeps the public," explained Chandler; and then he went out of the front door with a cheerful "So long!"
When Bunting went back into the sitting-room Daisy had disappeared.
She had gone downstairs with the tray. "Where"s my girl?" he said irritably.
"She"s just taken the tray downstairs."
He went out to the top of the kitchen stairs, and called out sharply, "Daisy! Daisy, child! Are you down there?"