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Rh He walked in and shut the door of the sitting-room carefully behind him. "There’s been another of ’em!" he whispered. "But this time no one is to know anything about it—not for the present, I mean," he corrected himself hastily. "The Yard thinks we’ve got a clue—and a good clue, too, this time."

"But where—and how?" faltered Mrs. Bunting.

"Well, ’twas just a bit of luck being able to keep it dark for the present"—he still spoke in that stifled, hoarse whisper. "The poor soul was found dead on a bench on Primrose Hill. And just by chance ’twas one of our fellows saw the body first. He was on his way home, over Hampstead way. He knew where he’d be able to get an ambulance quick, and he made a very clever, secret job of it. I ’spect he’ll get promotion for that!"

"What about the clue?" asked Mrs. Bunting, with dry lips. "You said there was a clue?"

"Well, I don’t rightly understand about the clue myself. All I knows is it’s got something to do with a public-house, ’The Hammer and Tongs,’ which isn’t far off there. They feels sure The Avenger was in the bar just on closing-time."

And then Mrs. Bunting sat down. She felt better now. It was natural the police should suspect a public-house loafer. "Then that’s why you wasn’t able to go and fetch Daisy, I suppose?"

He nodded. "Mum’s the word, Mrs. Bunting! It’ll all be in the last editions of the evening newspapers—it can’t be kep’ out. There’d be too much of a row if ’twas!"