"Ain't you afraid of waking the lodger ?" he called out.
"Mr.Sleuth slept most of yesterday, and all last night," she answered quickly.

"As it is, I study him over-much; it's a long, long time since I've done this staircase down." All the time she was engaged in doing the hall, Mrs.Bunting left the sitting-room door wide open.
That was a queer thing of her to do, but Bunting didn't like to get up and shut her out, as it were.

Still, try as he would, he couldn't read with any comfort while all that noise was going on.

He had never known Ellen make such a lot of noise before.

Once or twice he looked up and frowned rather crossly.
There came a sudden silence, and he was startled to see that.