"I wants to see for myself." Bunting went into the next room; then he came back and handed her silently the odd-looking, thin little sheet.
"Why, whatever's this ?" she asked.

"This ain't our paper!" "'Course not," he answered, a trifle crossly.

"It's a special early edition of the Sun, just because of The Avenger.

Here's the bit about it"-- he showed her the exact spot.

But she would have found it, even by the comparatively bad light of the gas-jet now flaring over the dressing-table, for the news was printed in large, clear characters:-- "Once more the murder fiend who chooses to call himself The Avenger has escaped detection.