Thus is he turned loose to hunt the murderer through the slums of a great city.'" "Whatever does that mean ?" said Bunting.

"Your hands aren't tied, and your eyes aren't bandaged, Joe ?" "It's metaphorical-like that it's intended, Mr.Bunting.We haven't got the same facilities--no, not a quarter of them--that the French 'tecs have." And then, for the first time, Mrs.Bunting spoke: "What was that word, Joe--'perpetrators'?
I mean that first bit you read out." "Yes," he said, turning to her eagerly.
"Then do they think there's more than one of them ?" she said, and a look of relief came over her thin face.
"There's some of our chaps thinks it's a gang," said Chandler.
"They say it can't be the work of one man." "What do you think, Joe ?" "Well, Mrs.Bunting, I don't know what to think.

I'm fair puzzled." He got up.

"Don't you come to the door.

I'll shut it all right.
So long! See you to-morrow, perhaps." As he had done the other evening, Mr.and Mrs.Bunting's visitor stopped at the door.