The Birth of Venus

The Birth of Venus
It is a silly letter," Mrs. Bunting had broken in resentfully. "I wonder a respectable paper prints such rubbish."
"Fancy if The Avenger did turn out to be a gentleman cried Daisy, in an awe-struck voice. "There'd be a how-to-do!"
"There may be something in the notion," said her father thoughtfully. "After all, the monster must be somewhere. This very minute he must be somewhere a-hiding of himself."
The Birth of Venus
Of course he's somewhere," said Mrs. Bunting scornfully.
She had just heard Mr. Sleuth moving overhead. 'Twould soon be time for the lodger's supper.
She hurried on: "But what I do say is that - that - he has nothing to do with the West End. Why, they say it's a sailor from the Docks - that's a good bit more likely, I take it. But there, I'm fair sick of the whole subject! We talk of nothing else in this house. The Avenger this - The Avenger that - "
The Birth of Venus