The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
Wait a minute," said Hopkins; "you can't go into the Chamber of Horrors just yet. But you won't have to wait more than four or five minutes, Mrs. Bunting. It's this way, you see; our boss is in there, showing a party round." He lowered his voice. "It's Sir John Burney - I suppose you know who Sir John Burney is?"
"No," she answered indifferently, "I don't know that I ever heard of him."
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She felt slightly - oh, very sightly - uneasy about Daisy. She would have liked her stepdaughter to keep well within sight and sound, but Mr. Sleuth was now taking the girl down to the other end of the room.
"Well, I hope you never will know him - not in any personal sense, Mrs. Bunting." The man chuckled. "He's the Commissioner of Police - the new one - that's what Sir John Burney is. One of the gentlemen he's showing round our place is the Paris Police boss - whose job is on all fours
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