Again there came an awful questioning look over his face.
"I was thinking of Bunting, sir.

He's got a job to-night.

He's going to act as waiter at a young lady's birthday party.

I was thinking it's a pity he has to turn out, and in his thin clothes, too"-- she brought out her words jerkily.
Mr.Sleuth seemed somewhat reassured, and again he sat down.

"Ah!" he said.