She, Ellen, was sorry she had spoken so sharp-like to the girl, but after all it wasn't wonderful that she had been snappy.

This last night she had hardly slept at all.

Instead, she had lain awake listening -- and there is nothing so tiring as to lie awake listening for a sound that never comes.
The house had remained so still you could have heard a pin drop.

Mr.
Sleuth, lying snug in his nice warm bed upstairs, had not stirred.
Had he stirred his landlady was bound to have heard him, for his bed was, as we know, just above hers.

No, during those long hours of darkness Daisy's light, regular breathing was all that had fallen on Mrs.Bunting's ears.
And then her mind switched off Mr.Sleuth.She made a determined effort to expel him, to toss him, as it were, out of her thoughts.
It seemed strange that The Avenger had stayed his hand, for, as Joe had said only last evening, it was full time that he should again turn that awful, mysterious searchlight of his on himself.