It seemed to Mrs.Bunting that there was a terrible questioning look in his dark, sunken eyes.
"Aren't you well ?" he said slowly.

"You don't look well, Mrs.
Bunting." "No, sir," she said.

"I'm not well.

I went over to see a doctor this afternoon, to Ealing, sir." "I hope he did you good, Mrs.Bunting"-- the lodger's voice had become softer, kinder in quality.
"It always does me good to see the doctor," said Mrs.Bunting evasively.
And then a very odd smile lit up Mr.Sleuth's face.

"Doctors are a maligned body of men," he said.