The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
She knocked, and then waited a moment.
There came the sound of a sharp click, that of the key turning in the lock of the chiffonnier cupboard - or so Mr. Sleuth's landlady could have sworn.
There was a pause - she knocked again.
"Come in," said Mr. Sleuth loudly, and she opened the door and carried in the tray.
The Singing Butler
You are a little earlier than usual, are you not Mrs. Bunting?" he said, with a touch of irritation in his voice.
"I don't think so, sir, but I've been out. Perhaps I lost count of the time. I thought you'd like your breakfast early, as you had dinner rather sooner than usual."
"Breakfast? Did you say breakfast, Mrs. Bunting?"
The Singing Butler