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"Yes, a very great misfortune! I lost my luggage, the few things I managed to bring away with me." His voice dropped suddenly."Ishouldn't have said that," he muttered."I was a fool to say that!"Then, more loudly, "Someone said to me, 'You can't go into a lodging-house without any luggage.They wouldn't take you in.' But you have taken me in, Mrs.Bunting, and I'm grateful for - for the kind way you have met me - " He looked at her feelingly, appealingly, and Mrs.Bunting was touched.She was beginning to feel very kindly towards her new lodger.

"I hope I know a gentleman when I see one," she said, with a break in her staid voice, "I shall have to see about getting some clothes to-morrow, Mrs.Bunting."Again he looked at her appealingly.

"I expect you'd like to wash your hands now, sir.And would you tell me what you'd like for supper? We haven't much in the house.""Oh, anything'll do," he said hastily."I don't want you to go out for me.It's a cold, foggy, wet night, Mrs.Bunting.If you have a little bread-and-butter and a cup of milk I shall be quite satisfied.""I have a nice sausage," she said hesitatingly.

It was a very nice sausage, and she had bought it that same morning for Bunting's supper; as to herself, she had been going to content herself with a little bread and cheese.But now - wonderful, almost, intoxicating thought - she could send Bunting out to get anything they both liked.The ten sovereigns lay in her hand full of comfort and good cheer.

"A sausage? No, I fear that will hardly do.I never touch flesh meat," he said; "it is a long, long time since I tasted a sausage, Mrs.Bunting.""Is it indeed, sir?" She hesitated a moment, then asked stiffly, "And will you be requiring any beer, or wine, sir?"A strange, wild look of lowering wrath suddenly filled Mr.Sleuth's pale face.

"Certainly not.I thought I had made that quite clear, Mrs.Bunting.

I had hoped to hear that you were an abstainer - ""So I am, sir, lifelong.And so's Bunting been since we married."She might have said, had she been a woman given to make such confidences, that she had made Buntlng abstain very early in their acquaintance.That he had given in about that had been the thing that first made her believe, that he was sincere in all the nonsense that he talked to her, in those far-away days of his courting.Glad she was now that he had taken the pledge as a younger man; hut for that nothing would have kept him from the drink during the bad times they had gone through.

And then, going downstairs, she showed Mr.Sleuth the nice bedroom which opened out of the drawing-room.It was a replica of Mrs.

Bunting's own room just underneath, excepting that everything up here had cost just a little more, and was therefore rather better in quality.

The new lodger looked round him with such a strange expression of content and peace stealing over his worn face."A haven of rest,"he muttered; and then, "'He bringeth them to their desired haven.'

Beautiful words, Mrs.Bunting."

"Yes, sir."

Mrs.Bunting felt a little startled.It was the first time anyone had quoted the Bible to her for many a long day.But it seemed to set the seal, as it were, on Mr.Sleuth's respectability.

What a comfort it was, too, that she had to deal with only one lodger, and that a gentleman, instead of with a married couple!

Very peculiar married couples had drifted in and out of Mr.and Mrs.Bunting's lodgings, not only here, in London, but at the seaside.

How unlucky they had been, to be sure! Since they had come to London not a single pair of lodgers had been even moderately respectable and kindly.The last lot had belonged to that horrible underworld of men and women who, having, as the phase goes, seen better days, now only keep their heads above water with the help of petty fraud.

"I'll bring you up some hot water in a minute, sir, and some clean towels," she said, going to the door.

And then Mr.Sleuth turned quickly round."Mrs.Bunting " - and as he spoke he stammered a little - " I - I don't want you to interpret the word attendance too liberally.You need not run yourself off your feet for me.I'm accustomed to look after myself."And, queerly, uncomfortably, she felt herself dismissed - even a little snubbed."All right, sir," she said."I'll only just let you know when I've your supper ready."