"Plenty of reason.

Daisy'll be a very foolish girl if she allows her aunt to know any of her secrets.

I've only seen that woman once, but I know exactly the sort Margaret is.

She's just waiting for Old Aunt to drop off and then she'll want to have Daisy herself--to wait on her, like.

She'd turn quite nasty if she thought there was a young fellow what stood in her way." She glanced at the dock, the pretty little eight-day clock which had been a wedding present from a kind friend of her last mistress.
It had mysteriously disappeared during their time of trouble, and had as mysteriously reappeared three or four days after Mr.Sleuth's arrival.
"I've time to go out with that telegram," she said briskly--somehow she felt better, different to what she had done the last few days-- "and then it'll be done.