The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
Bunting stared at her. "What do you mean?" he said roughly. "Come upstairs and tell me what you mean."
And then, in what had been the lodger's sitting-room, Mrs. Bunting told her husband exactly what it was that had happened.
He listened in heavy silence.
"So you see," she said at last, "you see, Bunting, that 'twas me that was right after all. The lodger was never responsible for his actions. I never thought he was, for my part."
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And Bunting stared at her ruminatingly. "Depends on what you call responsible - " he began argumentatively.
But she would have none of that. "I heard the gentleman say myself that he was a lunatic," she said fiercely. And then, dropping, her voice, "A religious maniac - that's what he called him."
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