CHAPTER 31Frank Abbott removed the receiver from his ear, covered the mouth piece with his hand, and said,
“It’s Miss Silver, sir.”
The Chief Inspector’s colour deepened, his eyes bulged. The simile of the peppermint bull’s eye recurred irreverently to his Sergeant.
“Miss Silver?” His voice had a note of exasperation.
Frank nodded.
“What do I say?”
“Who did she ask for?”
“Lady Jocelyn.”
The deepened colour became purple.
“What’s she doing in this? You can’t move for her! I suppose she’s recognized your voice! Ask her what she wants!”
“Do I tell her what’s happened?”
Lamb grunted.
“Ask her first!”
Frank addressed himself to the telephone mellifluously.
“So sorry to keep you waiting. The Chief wondered whether you would mind telling him what you wanted with Lady Jocelyn.”
Miss
