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The Lodger trying it!
CHAPTER IV
Mrs. Bunting woke up the next morning
feeling happier than she had felt for a very, very
long time.
For just one moment she could not think
why she felt so different —and then she
suddenly remembered. How comfortable it was
to know that upstairs, just over her head, lay, in
the well-found bed she had bought with such
satisfaction at an auction held in a Baker Street
house, a lodger who was paying two guineas a
week! Something seemed to tell her that Mr.
Sleuth would be "a permanency." In any case, it
wouldn't be her fault if he wasn't. As to his—his
queerness, well, there's always something
funny in everybody. But after she had got up,
and as the morning wore itself away, Mrs.
Bunting grew a little anxious, for there came no
sound at all from the new lodger's rooms. At
twelve, however, the drawing-room bell rang.
Mrs. Bunting hurried upstairs. She was
painfully anxious to please and satisfy Mr.
Sleuth. His coming had only been in the nick of
time to save them from terrible disaster.
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