"I’m afraid I give you a good deal of trouble," he said hesitatingly.
But she answered quickly, "Oh, no, sir! Not at all, sir! I was only saying yesterday that we’ve never had a lodger that gave us as little trouble as you do, sir."
"I’m glad of that. I am aware that my habits are somewhat peculiar."
He looked at her fixedly, as if expecting her to give some sort of denial to this observation. But Mrs. Bunting was an honest and truthful woman. It never occurred to her to question his statement. Mr. Sleuth’s habits were somewhat peculiar. Take that going out at night, or rather in the early morning, for instance?
So she remained silent.
After she had laid the lodger’s breakfast on the table she prepared to leave the room. "I suppose I’m not to do your room till you goes out, sir?"
And Mr. Sleuth looked up sharply. "No, no!" he said. "I never want my room done when I am engaged in studying the Scriptures, Mrs. Bunting. But I am not going out to-day. I shall be carrying out a somewhat elaborate experiment—upstairs. If I go out at all"—he waited a moment, and again he looked at her fixedly—"I shall wait till night-time to do so." And then, coming back to the matter in hand, he added hastily, "Perhaps you could do my room when I go upstairs, about five o’clock—if that time is convenient to you, that is?"
"Oh, yes, sir! That’ll do nicely!"
Mrs. Bunting went downstairs, and as she did so she took herself wordlessly, ruthlessly to task, but she did
