The more so that whatever his oddities Mr.Sleuth had none of those tiresome, disagreeable ways with which landladies are only too familiar, and which seem peculiar only to those human beings who also happen to be lodgers.

To take but one point: Mr.Sleuth did not ask to be called unduly early.

Bunting and his Ellen had fallen into the way of lying rather late in the morning, and it was a great comfort not to have to turn out to make the lodger a cup of tea at seven, or even half-past seven.

Mr.Sleuth seldom required anything before eleven.
But odd he certainly was.
The second evening he had been with them Mr.Sleuth had brought in a book of which the queer name was Cruden's Concordance.

That and the Bible--Mrs.Bunting had soon discovered that there was a relation between the two books--seemed to be the lodger's only reading.