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after all, that he wasn't like some of those detective chaps that are written about in stories - the sort of chaps that know everything, see everything, guess everything - even where there isn't anything to see, or know, or guess!
Why, to take only one little fact - Joe Chandler had never shown the slightest curiosity about their lodger. . ..
Mrs. Bunting pulled herself together with a start, and hurried quickly on. Bunting would begin to wonder what had happened to her.
She went into the Post Office and handed the form to the young woman without a word. Margaret, a sensible woman, who was accustomed to manage other people's affairs, had even written out the words: "Will be with you to tea. - DAISY."
It was a comfort to have the thing settled once for all. If anything horrible was going to happen in the next two or three days - it was just as well Daisy shouldn't be at home. Not that there was any real danger that anything would happen, - Mrs. Bunting felt sure of that.
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