"She's niece to the people what keeps the public," explained Chandler; and then he went out of the front door with a cheerful "So long!" When Bunting went back into the sitting-room Daisy had disappeared.
She had gone downstairs with the tray.

"Where's my girl ?" he said irritably.
"She's just taken the tray downstairs." He went out to the top of the kitchen stairs, and called out sharply, "Daisy! Daisy, child! Are you down there ?" "Yes, father," came her eager, happy voice.
"Better come up out of that cold kitchen." He turned and came back to his wife.

"Ellen, is the lodger in?
I haven't heard him moving about.

Now mind what I says, please! I don't want Daisy to be mixed up with him." "Mr.Sleuth don't seem very well to-day," answered Mrs.Bunting quietly.

"'Tain't likely I should let Daisy have anything to do with him.