CHAPTER 25Jenny led the way to the sitting-room. Under her bright look of welcome there was something disturbed. Miss Silver wondered whether she had known the dead girl well. Two girls of very much the same age, living next door to one another—no, the dead girl was three or four years older, but that was no great matter. It would be natural enough for them to be friends. In any case the shock of this sudden and tragic death would be bound to affect a sensitive girl.
Miss Silver had remained standing. She turned as the door opened and Miss Danesworth came in.
“My dear Miss Silver, I am so pleased to see you!” she said.
Miss Silver smiled and responded,
“But I must tell you that I am here on business.”
“This Mottingley case—it’s dreadful, isn’t it? I met the boy in the summer. I can’t
