If Bunting got another job or two through that nasty man in Baker Street,--and now that the ice had been broken between them it was very probable that he would do so, for he was a very well-trained, experienced waiter--then she thought she would tell Mr.Sleuth that she no longer wanted him to pay as much as he was now doing.
She looked anxiously, deprecatingly, at his long, bent back.
"Good-night, sir," she said at last.
Mr.Sleuth turned round.

His face looked sad and worn.
"I hope you'll sleep well, sir." "Yes, I'm sure I shall sleep well.

But perhaps I shall take a little turn first.

Such is my way, Mrs.Bunting; after I have been studying all day I require a little exercise." "Oh, I wouldn't go out to-night," she said deprecatingly.

"'Tisn't fit for anyone to be out in the bitter cold." "And yet--and yet"-- he looked at her attentively--"there will probably be many people out in the streets to-night." "A many more than usual, I fear, sir." "Indeed ?" said Mr.Sleuth quickly.