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She answered in a whisper; a whisper thrilling with a strange gladness; 〃No; nothing; Bunting … nothing the matter!  Go to sleep again; my dear。〃

They got up an hour later; both in a happy; cheerful mood。  Bunting rejoiced at the thought of his daughter's coming; and even Daisy's stepmother told herself that it would be pleasant having the girl about the house to help her a bit。

About ten o'clock Bunting went out to do some shopping。  He brought back with him a nice little bit of pork for Daisy's dinner; and three mince…pies。  He even remembered to get some apples for the sauce。


CHAPTER VII

Just as twelve was striking a four…wheeler drew up to the gate。

It brought Daisy … pink…cheeked; excited; laughing…eyed Daisy … a sight to gladden any father's heart。

〃Old Aunt said I was to have a cab if the weather was bad;〃 she cried out joyously。

There was a bit of a wrangle over the fare。  King's Cross; as all the world knows; is nothing like two miles from the Marylebone Road; but the man clamoured for one and sixpence; and hinted darkly that he had done the young lady a favour in bringing her at all。

While he and Bunting were having words; Daisy; leaving them to it; walked up the flagged path to the door where her stepmother was awaiting her。

As they were exchanging a rather frigid kiss; indeed; 'twas a mere peck on Mrs。 Bunting's part; there fell; with startling suddenness; loud cries on the still; cold air。  Long…drawn and wailing; they sounded strangely sad as they rose and fell across the distant roar of traffic in the Edgware Road。

〃What's that?〃 exclaimed Bunting wonderingly。  〃Why; whatever's that?〃

The cabman lowered his voice。  〃Them's 'a…crying out that 'orrible affair at King's Cross。  He's done for two of 'em this time!  That's what I meant when I said I might 'a got a better fare。  I wouldn't say nothink before little missy there; but folk 'ave been coming from all over London the last five or six hours; plenty of toffs; too … but there; there's nothing to see now!〃

〃What?  Another woman murdered last night?〃

Bunting felt tremendously thrilled。  What had the five thousand constables been about to let such a dreadful thing happen?

The cabman stared at him; surprised。  〃Two of 'em; I tell yer …  within a few yards of one another。  He 'ave … got a nerve …  But; of course; they was drunk。  He are got a down on the drink!〃

〃Have they caught him?〃 asked Bunting perfunctorily。

〃Lord; no!  They'll never catch 'im!  It must 'ave happened hours and hours ago … they was both stone cold。  One each end of a little passage what ain't used no more。  That's why they didn't find 'em before。〃

The hoarse cries were coming nearer and nearer … two news vendors trying to outshout each other。

〃'Orrible discovery near King's Cross!〃 they yelled exultingly。 〃The Avenger again!〃

And Bunting; with his daughter's large straw hold…all in his hand; ran forward into the roadway and recklessly gave a boy a penny for a halfpenny paper。

He felt very much moved and excited。  Somehow his acquaintance with young Joe Chandler made these murders seem a personal affair。  He hoped that Chandler would come in soon and tell them all about it; as he had done yesterday morning when he; Bunting; had unluckily been out。

As be walked back into the little hall; he heard Daisy's voice …  high; voluble; excited … giving her stepmother a long account of the scarlet fever case; and how at first Old Aunt's neighbours had thought it was not scarlet fever at all; but just nettlerash。

But as Bunting pushed open the door of the sitting…room; there came a note of sharp alarm in his daughter's voice; and he heard her cry; 〃Why; Ellen; whatever is the matter?  You do look bad!〃 and his wife's muffled answer; 〃Open the window … do。〃

〃'Orrible discovery near King's Cross … a clue at last!〃 yelled the newspaper…boys triumphantly。

And then; helplessly; Mrs。 Bunting began to laugh。  She laughed; and laughed; and laughed; rocking herself to and fro as if in an ecstasy of mirth。

〃Why; father; whatever's the matter with her?〃

Daisy looked quite scared。

〃She's in 'sterics … that's what it is;〃 he said shortly。 〃I'll just get the water…jug。  Wait a minute!〃

Bunting felt very put out。  Ellen was ridiculous … that's what she was; to be so easily upset。

The lodger's bell suddenly pealed through the quiet house。  Either that sound; or maybe the threat of the water…jug; had a magical effect on Mrs。 Bunting。  She rose to her feet; still shaking all over; but mentally composed。

〃I'll go up;〃 she skid a little chokingly。  〃As for you; child; just run down into the kitchen。  You'll find a piece of pork roasting in the oven。  You might start paring the apples for the sauce。〃

As Mrs。 Bunting went upstairs her legs felt as if they were made of cotton wool。  She put out a trembling hand; and clutched at the banister for support。  But soon; making a great effort over herself; she began to feel more steady; and after waiting for a few moments on the landing; she knocked at the door of the drawing…room。

Mr。 Sleuth's voice answered her from the bedroom。  〃I'm not well;〃 he called out querulously; 〃I think I've caught a chill。  I should be obliged if you would kindly bring me up a cup of tea; and put it outside my door; Mrs。 Bunting。〃

〃Very well; sir。〃

Mrs。 Bunting turned and went downstairs。  She still felt queer and giddy; so instead of going into the kitchen; she made the lodger his cup of tea over her sitting…room gas…ring。

During their midday dinner the husband and wile had a little discussion as to where Daisy should sleep。  It had been settled that a bed should be made up for her in the top back room; but Mrs。 Bunting saw reason to change this plan。  〃I think 'twould be better if Daisy were to sleep with me; Bunting; and you was to sleep upstairs。〃

Bunting felt and looked rather surprised; but he acquiesced。  Ellen was probably right; the girl would be rather lonely up there; and; after all; they didn't know much about the lodger; though he seemed a respectable gentleman enough。

Daisy was a good…natured girl; she liked London; and wanted to make herself useful to her stepmother。  〃I'll wash up; don't you bother to come downstairs;〃 she said cheerfully。

Bunting began to walk up and down the room。  His wife gave him a furtive glance; she wondered what he was thinking about。

〃Didn't you get a paper?〃 she said at last。

〃Yes; of course I did;〃 he answered hastily。  〃But I've put it away。 I thought you'd rather not look at it; as you're that nervous。〃

Again she glanced at him quickly; furtively; but he seemed just as usual … he evidently meant just what he said and no more。

〃I thought they was shouting something in the street … I mean just before I was took bad。〃

It was now Bunting's turn to stare at his wife quickly and rather furtively。  He had felt sure that her sudden attack of queerness;  of hysterics … call it what you might … had been due to the shouting outside。  She was not the only woman in London who had got the Avenger murders on her nerves。  His morning paper said quite a lot of women were afraid to go out alone。  Was it possible that the curious way she had been taken just now had had nothing to do with the shouts and excitement outside?

〃Don't you know what it was they were calling out?〃 he asked slowly。

Mrs。 Bunting looked across at him。  She would have given a very great deal to be able to lie; to pretend that she did not know what those dreadful cries had portended。  But when it came to the point she found she could not do so。

〃Yes;〃 she said dully。  〃I heard a word here and there。  There's been another murder; hasn't there?〃

〃Two other murders;〃 he said soberly。  

〃Two?  That's worse news!〃  She turned so pale … a sallow greenish…white … that Bunting thought she was again going queer。

〃Ellen?〃 he said warningly; 〃Ellen; now do have a care!  I can't think what's come over; you about these murders。  Turn your mind away from them; do!  We needn't talk about them … not so much; that is 〃

〃But I wants to talk about them;〃 cried Mrs。 Bunting hysterically。

The husband and wife were standing; one each side of the table; the man with his back to the fire; the woman with her back to the door。

Bunting; staring across at his wife; felt sadly perplexed and disturbed。  She really did seem ill; even her slight; spare figure looked shrunk。  For the first time; so he told himself ruefully; Ellen was beginning to look her full age。  Her slender hands … she had kept the pretty; soft white hands of the woman who has never done rough work … grasped the edge of the table with a convulsive movement。

Bunting didn't at all like the look of her。  〃Oh; dear;〃 he said to himself; 〃I do hope Ellen isn't going to be ill!  That would be a to…do just now。〃

〃Tell me about it;〃 she commanded; in a low voice。  〃 Can't you see I'm waiting to hear?  Be quick now; Bunting!〃

〃There isn't very much to tell;〃 he said reluctantly。  〃There's precious little in this paper; anyway。  But the cabman what brought Daisy told me … 〃

〃Well?〃

〃What I said just now。  There's two of 'em this time; and they'd both been drinking heavily; poor creatures。〃

〃Was it where the others w

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