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Bunting went into the next room； then he came back and handed her silently the odd…looking； thin little sheet。
〃Why； whatever's this？〃 she asked。 〃This ain't our paper！〃
〃'Course not；〃 he answered； a trifle crossly。 〃It's a special early edition of the Sun； just because of The Avenger。 Here's the bit about it〃 … he showed her the exact spot。 But she would have found it； even by the comparatively bad light of the gas…jet now flaring over the dressing…table； for the news was printed in large； clear characters： …
〃Once more the murder fiend who chooses to call himself The Avenger has escaped detection。 While the whole attention of the police； and of the great army of amateur detectives who are taking an interest in this strange series of atrocious crimes； were concentrating their attention round the East End and King's Cross； he moved swift1y and silently Westward。 And； choosing a time when the Edgware Road is at its busiest and most thronged； did another human being to death with lightning…like quickness and savagery。
〃Within fifty yards of the deserted warehouse yard where he had lured his victim to destruction were passing up and down scores of happy； busy people； intent on their Christmas shopping。 Into that cheerful throng he must have plunged within a moment of committing his atrocious crime。 And it was only owing to the merest accident that the body was discovered as soon as it was … that is； just after midnight
〃Dr。 Dowtray； who was called to the spot at once； is of opinion that the woman had been dead at least three hours； if not four。 It was at first thought … we were going to say； hoped … that this murder had nothing to do with the series which is now puzzling and horrifying the whole of the civilised world。 But no … pinned on the edge of the dead woman's dress was the usual now familiar triangular piece of grey paper … the grimmest visiting card ever designed by the wit of man！ And this time The Avenger has surpassed himself as regards his audacity and daring … so cold in its maniacal fanaticism and abhorrent wickedness。〃
All the time that Mrs。 Bunting was reading with slow； painful intentness； her husband was looking at her； longing； yet afraid； to burst out with a new idea which he was burning to confide even to his Ellen's unsympathetic ears。
At last； when she had quite finished； she looked up defiantly。
〃Haven't you anything better to do than to stare at me like that？〃 she said irritably。 〃Murder or no murder； I've got to get up！ Go away … do！〃
And Bunting went off into the next room。
After he had gone； his wife lay back and closed her eyes。 She tried to think of nothing。 Nay； more … so strong； so determined was her will that for a few moments she actually did think of nothing。 She felt terribly tired and weak； brain and body both quiescent； as does a person who is recovering from a long； wearing illness。
Presently detached； puerile thoughts drifted across the surface of her mind like little clouds across a summer sky。 She wondered if those horrid newspaper men were allowed to shout in Belgrave Square； she wondered if； in that case； Margaret； who was so unlike her brother…in…law； would get up and buy a paper。 But no。 Margaret was not one to leave her nice warm bed for such a silly reason as that。
Was it to…morrow Daisy was coming back？ Yes … to…morrow； not to…day。 Well； that was a comfort； at any rate。 What amusing things Daisy would be able to tell about her visit to Margaret！ The girl had an excellent gift of mimicry。 And Margaret； with her precise； funny ways； her perpetual talk about 〃the family；〃 lent herself to the cruel gift。
And then Mrs。 Bunting's mind … her poor； weak； tired mind … wandered off to young Chandler。 A funny thing love was； when you came to think of it … which she； Ellen Bunting； didn't often do。 There was Joe； a likely young fellow； seeing a lot of young women； and pretty young women； too； … quite as pretty as Daisy； and ten times more artful … and yet there！ He passed them all by； had done so ever since last summer； though you might be sure that they； artful minxes； by no manner of means passed him by； … without giving them a thought！ As Daisy wasn't here； he would probably keep away to…day。 There was comfort in that thought； too。
And then Mrs。 Bunting sat up； and memory returned in a dreadful turgid flood。 If Joe did come in； she must nerve herself to hear all that … that talk there'd be about The Avenger between him and Bunting。
Slowly she dragged herself out of bed； feeling exactly as if she had just recovered from an illness which had left her very weak； very； very tired in body and soul。
She stood for a moment listening … listening； and shivering； for it was very cold。 Considering how early it still was； there seemed a lot of coming and going in the Marylebone Road。 She could hear the unaccustomed sounds through her closed door and the tightly fastened windows of the sitting…room。 There must be a regular crowd of men and women； on foot and in cabs； hurrying to the scene of The Avenger's last extraordinary crime。
She heard the sudden thud made by their usual morning paper falling from the letter…box on to the floor of the hall； and a moment later came the sound of Bunting quickly； quietly going out and getting it。 She visualised him coming back； and sitting down with a sigh of satisfaction by the newly…lit fire。
Languidly she began dressing herself to the accompaniment of distant tramping and of noise of passing traffic； which increased in volume and in sound as the moments slipped by。
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When Mrs。 Bunting went down into her kitchen everything looked just as she had left it； and there was no trace of the acrid smell she had expected to find there。 Instead； the cavernous； whitewashed room was full of fog； but she noticed that； though the shutters were bolted and barred as she had left them； the windows behind them had been widely opened to the air。 She had left them shut。
Making a 〃spill〃 out of a twist of newspaper … she had been taught the art as a girl by one of her old mistresses … she stooped and flung open the oven…door of her gas…stove。 Yes； it was as she had expected a fierce heat had been generated there since she had last used the oven； and through to the stone floor below had fallen a mass of black； gluey soot。
Mrs。 Bunting took the ham and eggs that she had bought the previous day for her own and Bunting's breakfast upstairs； and broiled them over the gas…ring in their sitting…room。 Her husband watched her in surprised silence。 She had never done such a thing before。
〃I couldn't stay down there；〃 she said； 〃it was so cold and foggy。 I thought I'd make breakfast up here； just for to…day。〃
〃Yes；〃 he said kindly； 〃that's quite right； Ellen。 I think you've done quite right； my dear。〃
But； when it came to the point； his wife could not eat any of the nice breakfast she had got ready； she only had another cup of tea。
〃I'm afraid you're ill； Ellen？〃 Bunting asked solicitously。
〃No；〃 she said shortly； 〃I'm not ill at all。 Don't be silly！ The thought of that horrible thing happening so close by has upset me； and put me off my food。 Just hark to them now！〃
Through their closed windows penetrated the sound of scurrying feet and loud； ribald laughter。 What a crowd； nay； what a mob； must be hastening busily to and from the spot where there was now nothing to be seen！
Mrs。 Bunting made her husband lock the front gate。 〃I don't want any of those ghouls in here！〃 she exclaimed angrily。 And then； 〃What a lot of idle people there are in the world！〃 she said。
CHAPTER XVI
Bunting began moving about the room restlessly。 He would go to the window； stand there awhile staring out at the people hurrying past； then； coming back to the fireplace； sit down。
But he could not stay long quiet。 After a glance at his paper； up he would rise from his chair； and go to the window again。
〃I wish you'd stay still；〃 his wife said at last。 And then； a few minutes later； 〃Hadn't you better put your hat and coat on and go out？〃 she exclaimed。
And Bunting； with a rather shamed expression； did put on his hat and coat and go out。
As he did so be told himself that； after all； he was but human； it was natural that he should be thrilled and excited by the dreadful； extraordinary thing which had just happened close by。 Ellen wasn't reasonable about such things。 How queer and disagreeable she had been that very morning … angry with him because he had gone out to hear what all the row was about； and even more angry when he had come back and said nothing； because he thought it would annoy her to hear about it！
Meanwhile； Mrs。 Bunting forced herself to go down again into the kitchen； and as she went through into the low； whitewashed place； a tremor of fear； of quick terror； came over her。 She turned and did what she had never in her life done before； and what she had never heard of anyone else doing in a kitchen。 She bolted the door。
But； having done this； finding herself at last alone； shut off from everybody； she was still beset by a strange； uncanny dread。 She felt as if she were locked in with an invisible presence； which mocked and jeered； reproached and threatened h