"About terms?" he echoed.And then there came a pause."My name is Sleuth," he said suddenly, - "S-l-e-u-t-h.Think of a hound, Mrs.Bunting, and you'll never forget my name.I could provide you with a reference - " (he gave her what she described to herself as a funny, sideways look), "but I should prefer you to dispense with that, if you don't mind.I am quite willing to pay you - we1l, shall we say a month in advance?"A spot of red shot into Mrs.Bunting's cheeks.She felt sick with relief - nay,'with a joy which was almost pain.She had not known till that moment how hungry she was - how eager for- a good meal.
"That would be all right, sir," she murmured.
"And what are you going to charge me?" There had come a kindly, almost a friendly note into his voice."With attendance, mind! Ishall expect you to give me attendance, and I need hardly ask if you can cook, Mrs.Bunting?""Oh, yes, sir," she said."I am a plain cook.What would you say to twenty-five shillings a week, sir?" She looked at him deprecatingly, and as he did not answer she went on falteringly, "You see, sir, it may seem a good deal, but you would have the best of attendance and careful cooking - and my husband, sir - he would be pleased to valet you.""I shouldn't want anything of that sort done for me," said Mr.
Sleuth hastily."I prefer looking after my own clothes.I am used to waiting on myself.But, Mrs.Bunting, I have a great dislike to sharing lodgings - "She interrupted eagerly, "I could let you have the use of the two floors for the same price - that is, until we get another lodger.
I shouldn't like you to sleep in the back room up here, sir.It's such a poor little room.You could do as you say, sir - do your work and your experiments up here, and then have your meals in the drawing-room.""Yes," he said hesitatingly, "that sounds a good plan.And if Ioffered you two pounds, or two guineas? Might I then rely on your not taking another lodger?""Yes," she said quietly."I'd be very glad only to have you to wait on, sir.""I suppose you have a key to the door of this room, Mrs.Bunting?
I don't like to be disturbed while I'm working."He waited a moment, and then said again, rather urgently, "I suppose you have a key to this door, Mrs.Bunting?""Oh, yes, sir, there's a key - a very nice little key.The people who lived here before had a new kind of lock put on to the door."She went over, and throwing the door open, showed him that a round disk had been fitted above the old keyhole.
He nodded his head, and then, after standing silent a little, as if absorbed in thought, "Forty-two shillings a week? Yes, that will suit me perfectly.And I'll begin now by paying my first month's rent in advance.Now, four times forty-two shillings is" - he jerked his head back and stared at his new landlady; for the first time he smiled, a queer, wry smile - "why, just eight pounds eight shillings, Mrs.Bunting!"He thrust his hand through into an inner pocket of his long cape-like coat and took out a handful of sovereigns.Then he began putting these down in a row on the bare wooden table which stood in the centre of the room."Here's five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten pounds.You'd better keep the odd change, Mrs.Bunting, for I shall want you to do some shopping for me to-morrow morning.
I met with a misfortune to-day." But the new lodger did not speak as if his misfortune, whatever it was, weighed on his spirits.
"Indeed, sir.I'm sorry to hear that." Mrs.Bunting's heart was going thump - thump - thump.She felt extraordinarily moved, dizzy with relief and joy.
