And as for that grey bit of paper, Mr.Bunting--or, rather, those grey bits of paper"-- he corrected himself hastily--"you know they've three of them now at the Yard--well, they gives me the horrors!" And then he jumped up.

"That reminds me that I oughtn't to be wasting my time in pleasant company--" "Won't you stay and have a bit of dinner ?" said Mrs.Bunting solicitously.
But the detective shook his head.

"No," he said, "I had a bite before I came out.

Our job's a queer kind of job, as you know.

A lot's left to our discretion, so to speak, but it don't leave us much time for lazing about, I can tell you." When he reached the door he turned round, and with elaborate carelessness he inquired, "Any chance of Miss Daisy coming to London again soon ?" Bunting shook his head, but his face brightened.