"But one 'ud have liked to have caught him.

One doesn't like to know such a creature's at large, now, does one ?" Mrs.Bunting had taken off her bonnet and jacket.

"I must just go and see about Mr.Sleuth's breakfast," she said in a weary, dispirited voice, and left them there.
She felt disappointed, and very, very depressed.

As to the plot which had been hatching when she came in, that had no chance of success; Bunting would never dare let Daisy send out another telegram contradicting the first.

Besides, Daisy's stepmother shrewdly suspected that by now the girl herself wouldn't care to do such a thing.