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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 Ellen had shaken her head。 〃No； that I won't！ He's a very quiet gentleman； but he knows exactly what he likes； and he don't like anyone but me waiting on him。 Why； even your father's hardly seen him。〃
But that； naturally； had only increased Daisy's desire to view Mr。 Sleuth。
There was another reason why Mrs。 Bunting was glad that her stepdaughter had gone away for two days。 During her absence young Chandler was far less likely to haunt them in the way he had taken to doing lately； the more so that； in spite of what she had said to her husband； Mrs。 Bunting felt sure that Daisy would ask Joe Chandler to call at Belgrave Square。 'Twouldn't be human nature … at any rate； not girlish human nature … not to do so； even if Joe's coming did anger Aunt Margaret。
Yes； it was pretty safe that with Daisy away they； the Buntings； would be rid of that young chap for a bit； and that would be a good thing。
When Daisy wasn't there to occupy the whole of his attention； Mrs。 Bunting felt queerly afraid of Chandler。 After all； he was a detective … it was his job to be always nosing about； trying to find out things。 And； though she couldn't fairly say to herself that he had done much of that sort of thing in her house； he might start doing it any minute。 And then … then … where would she； and … and Mr。 Sleuth； be？
She thought of the bottle of red ink … of the leather bag which must be hidden somewhere … and her heart almost stopped beating。 Those were the sort of things which； in the stories Bunting was so fond of reading； always led to the detection of famous criminals。 。 。 。
Mr。 Sleuth's bell for tea rang that afternoon far earlier than usual。 The fog had probably misled him； and made him think it later than it was。
When she went up； 〃I would like a cup of tea now； and just one piece of bread…and…butter；〃 the lodger said wearily。 〃I don't feel like having anything else this afternoon。〃
〃It's a horrible day；〃 Mrs。 Bunting observed； in a cheerier voice than usual。 〃No wonder you don't feel hungry； sir。 And then it isn't so very long since you had your dinner； is it？〃
〃No；〃 he said absently。 〃No； it isn't； Mrs。 Bunting。〃
She went down； made the tea； and brought it up again。 And then； as she came into the room； she uttered an exclamation of sharp dismay。
Mr。 Sleuth was dressed for going out。 He was wearing his long Inverness cloak； and his queer old high hat lay on the table； ready for him to put on。
〃You're never going out this afternoon； sir？〃 she asked falteringly。 〃Why； the fog's awful； you can't see a yard ahead of you！〃
Unknown to herself； Mrs。 Bunting's voice had risen almost to a scream。 She moved back； still holding the tray； and stood between the door and her lodger； as if she meant to bar his way … to erect between Mr。 Sleuth and the dark； foggy world outside a living barrier。
〃The weather never affects me at all；〃 he said sullenly； and he looked at her with so wild and pleading a look in his eyes that； slowly； re