ain way by my side； and then he crossed the road and was lost in the fog。〃
〃That will do；〃 said the coroner。 He spoke more kindly。 〃I thank you； Mr。 Cannot； for coming here and giving us what you evidently consider important information。〃
Mr。 Cannot bowed； a funny； little； old…fashioned bow； and again some of those present tittered rather foolishly。
As he was stepping down from the witness…box； he turned and looked up at the coroner； opening his lips as he did so。 There was a murmur of talking going on； but Mrs。 Bunting； at any rate； heard quite distinctly what it was that he said：
〃One thing I have forgotten； sir； which may be of importance。 The man carried a bag … a rather light…coloured leather bag； in his left hand。 It was such a bag； sir； as might well contain a long…handled knife。〃
Mrs。 Bunting looked at the reporters' table。 She remembered suddenly that she had told Bunting about the disappearance of Mr。 Sleuth's bag。 And then a feeling of intense thankfulness came over her； not a single reporter at the long； ink…stained table had put down that last remark of Mr。 Cannot。 In fact； not one of them had heard it。
Again the last witness put up his hand to command attention。 And then silence did fall on the court。
〃One word more；〃 he said in a quavering voice。 〃May I ask to be accommodated with a seat for the rest of the proceedings？ I see there is some room left on the witnesses' bench。〃 And； without waiting for permission； he nimbly stepped across and sat down。
Mrs。 Bunting looked up； startled。 Her friend； the inspector； was bending over her。
〃Perhaps you'd like to come along now；〃 he said urgently。 … 〃I don't suppose you want to hear the medical evidence。 It's always painful for a female to hear that。 And there'll be an awful rush when the inquest's over。 I could get you away quietly now。〃
She rose； and； pulling her veil down over her pale face； followed him obediently。
Down the stone staircase they went； and through the big； now empty； room downstairs。
〃I'll let you out the back way；〃 he said。 〃I expect you're tired； ma'am； and will like to get home to a cup o' tea。〃
〃I don't know how to thank you！〃 There were tears in her eyes。 She was trembling with excitement and emotion。 〃You have been good to me。〃
〃Oh； that's nothing；〃 he said a little awkwardly。 〃I expect you went though a pretty bad time； didn't you？〃
〃Will they be having that old gentleman again？〃 she spoke in a whisper； and looked up at him with a pleading； agonised look。
〃Good Lord；' no！ Crazy old fool！ We're troubled with a lot of those sort of people； you know； ma'am； and they often do have funny names； too。 You see； that sort is busy all their lives in the City； or what not； then they retires when they gets about sixty； and they're fit to hang themselves with dulness。 Why； there's hundreds of lunies of the sort to be met in London。 You can't go about at night and not meet 'em。 Plenty of 'em！〃
〃Then you don't think there was anything in what he said？〃 she ventured。
〃In what that old gent said？ Goodness … no！〃 he laughed good…naturedly。 〃But I'll tell you what I do think。 If it wasn't for the time that had gone by； I should believe that the second witness had seen that crafty devil … 〃 he lowered his voice。 〃But； there； Dr。 Gaunt declares most positively … so did two other medical gentlemen … that the poor creatures had been dead hours when they was found。 Medical gentlemen are always very positive about their evidence。 They have to be … otherwise who'd believe 'em？ If we'd time I could tell you of a case in which … well； 'twas all because of Dr。 Gaunt that the murderer escaped。 We all knew perfectly well the man we caught did it； but he was able to prove an alibi as to the time Dr。 Gaunt said the poor soul was killed。
CHAPTER XX
It was not late even now； for the inquest had begun very punctually； but Mrs。 Bunting felt that no power on earth should force her to go to Ealing。 She felt quite tired out and as if she could think of nothing。
Pacing along very slowly； as if she were an old； old woman； she began listlessly turning her steps towards home。 Somehow she felt that it would do her more good to stay out in the air than take the train。 Also she would thus put off the moment … the moment to which she looked forward with dread and dislike … when she would have to invent a circumstantial story as to what she had said to the doctor； and what the doctor had said to her。
Like most men and women of his class； Bunting took a great interest in other people's ailments； the more interest that he was himself so remarkably healthy。 He would feel quite injured if Ellen didn't tell him everything that had happened； everything； that is； that the doctor had told her。
As she walked swiftly along； at every corner； or so it seemed to her； and outside every public…house； stood eager boys selling the latest edition of the afternoon papers to equally eager buyers。 〃Avenger Inquest？〃 they shouted exultantly。 〃All the latest evidence！〃 At one place； where there were a row of contents…bills pinned to the pavement by stones； she stopped and looked down。 〃Opening of the Avenger Inquest。 What is he really like？ Full description。〃 On yet another ran the ironic query： 〃Avenger Inquest。 Do you know him？〃
And as that facetious question stared up at her in huge print； Mrs。 Bunting turned sick … so sick and faint that she did what she had never done before in her life … she pushed her way into a public…house； and； putting two pennies down on the counter； asked for； and received； a glass of cold water。
As she walked along the now gas…lit streets； she found her mind dwelling persistently … not on the inquest at which she had been present； not even on The Avenger； but on his victims。
Shudderingly； she visualised the two cold bodies lying in the mortuary。 She seemed also to see that third body； which； though cold； must yet be warmer than the other two； for at this time yesterday The Avenger's last victim had been alive； poor soul … alive and； according to a companion of hers whom the papers had already interviewed； particularly merry and bright。
Hitherto Mrs。 Bunting had been spared in any real sense a vision of The Avenger's victims。 Now they haunted her； and she wondered wearily if this fresh horror was to be added to the terrible fear which encompassed her night and day。
As she came within sight of home； her spirit suddenly lightened。 The narrow； drab…coloured little house； flanked each side by others exactly like it in every single particular； save that their front yards were not so well kept； looked as if it could； aye； and would； keep any secret closely hidden。
For a moment； at any rate； The Avenger's victims receded from her mind。 She thought of them no more。 All her thoughts were concentrated on Bunting … Bunting and Mr。 Sleuth。 She wondered what had happened during her absence … whether the lodger had rung his bell； and； if so； how he had got on with Bunting； and Bunting with him？
She walked up the little flagged path wearily； and yet with a pleasant feeling of home…coming。 And then she saw that Bunting must have been watching for her behind the now closely drawn curtains； for before she could either knock or ring he had opened the door。
〃I was getting quite anxious about you；〃 he exclaimed。 〃Come in； Ellen； quick！ You must be fair perished a day like now … and you out so little as you are。 Well？ I hope you found the doctor all right？〃 He looked at her with affectionate anxiety。
And then there came a sudden； happy thought to Mrs。 Bunting。 〃No；〃 she said slowly； 〃Doctor Evans wasn't in。 I waited； and waited； and waited； but he never came in at all。 〃Twas my own fault〃 she added quickly。 Even at such a moment as this she told herself that though she had； in a sort of way； a kind of right to lie to her husband； she had no sight to slander the doctor who had been so kind to her years ago。 〃I ought to have sent him a card yesterday night；〃 she said。 〃Of course； I was a fool to go all that way； just on chance of finding a doctor in。 It stands to reason they've got to go out to people at all times of day。〃
〃I hope they gave you a cup of tea？〃 he said。
And again she hesitated； debating a point with herself： if the doctor had a decent sort of servant； of course； she； Ellen Bunting； would have been offered a cup of tea； especially if she explained she'd known him a long time。
She compromised。 〃I was offered some；〃 she said； in a weak； tired voice。 〃But there； Bunting； I didn't feel as if I wanted it。 I'd be very grateful for a cup now … if you'd just make it for me over the ring。〃
〃'Course I will；〃 he said eagerly。 〃You just come in and sit down； my dear。 Don't trouble to take your things off now … wait till you've had tea。〃
And she obeyed him。 〃Where's Daisy？〃 she asked suddenly。 〃I thought the girl would be back by the time I got home。〃
〃She ain't coming home to…day〃 … there was an odd； sly； smiling look on Bunting's face。
〃Did she send a telegram？〃 asked Mrs。 Bunting。
〃No。 Young Chandler's just come in and told me。 He's been over there and； … would you believe it； Ellen？ … he's managed to make friends with Marg