The newsboys were coming down the Marylebone Road, shouting out the awful discovery which had been made that morning--that of The Avenger's fifth murder.

Bunting went out to buy a paper, and his wife took the things he had brought in down to the kitchen.
The noise the newspaper-sellers made outside had evidently wakened Mr.Sleuth, for his landlady hadn't been in the kitchen ten minutes before his bell rang..