Mr.Sleuth had no business to come like this into her kitchen, and she intended to let him know that such was her view.
"No, I--I didn't ring," he stammered awkwardly.

"The truth is, I didn't know you were here, Mrs.Bunting.Please excuse my costume.
My gas-stove has gone wrong, or, rather, that shilling-in-the-slot arrangement has done so.

So I came down to see if you had a gas-stove.

I am going to ask you to allow me to use it to-night for an important experiment I wish to make." Mrs.Bunting's heart was beating quickly--quickly.

She felt horribly troubled, unnaturally so.