CHAPTER XVII.
Mrs.Bunting slept well the night following that during which the lodger had been engaged in making his mysterious experiments in her kitchen.

She was so tired, so utterly exhausted, that sleep came to her the moment she laid her head upon her pillow.
Perhaps that was why she rose so early the next morning.

Hardly giving herself time to swallow the tea Bunting had made and brought her, she got up and dressed.
She had suddenly come to the conclusion that the hall and staircase required a thorough "doing down," and she did not even wait till they had eaten their breakfast before beginning her labours.

It made Bunting feel quite uncomfortable.

As he sat by the fire reading his morning paper--the paper which was again of such absorbing interest--he called out, "There's no need for so much hurry, Ellen.
Daisy'll be back to-day.