"How very, very quiet and still London is when under snow, Mrs.Bunting.I have never known it quite as quiet as this morning.

Not a sound, outside or in.

A very pleasant change from the shouting which sometimes goes on in the Marylebone Road." "Yes," she said dully.

"It's awful quiet to-day--too quiet to my thinking.

'Tain't natural-like." The outside gate swung to, making a noisy clatter in the still air.
"Is that someone coming in here ?" asked Mr.Sleuth, drawing a quick, hissing breath.