"Then that's why you wasn't able to go and fetch Daisy, I suppose ?" He nodded.

"Mum's the word, Mrs.Bunting! It'll all be in the last editions of the evening newspapers--it can't be kep' out.

There'd be too much of a row if 'twas!" "Are you going off to that public-house now ?" she asked.
"Yes, I am.

I've got a awk'ard job--to try and worm something out of the barmaid." "Something out of the barmaid ?" repeated Mrs.Bunting nervously.
"Why, whatever for ?" He came and stood close to her.

"They think 'twas a gentleman," he whispered.
"A gentleman ?" Mrs.Bunting stared at Chandler with a scared expression.