CHAPTER 37The Chief Inspector looked at Miss Silver across his office table. His manner combined modest self-satisfaction and honest pride with just a dash of official dignity. His florid complexion glowed. He said in a hearty voice,
“Well, Miss Silver, I thought you’d like to know that we’ve got it all cleared up—no untidy ends.”
Miss Silver, sitting rather primly upright with her hands in a small round muff of the same date as her fur tie, gave a slight cough and said,
“That must be extremely satisfactory to you.”
“Well, I like to get a job finished up. And I won’t say you haven’t been quite a help. I wouldn’t have liked anything to have happened to that girl—she’s a plucky little thing. And I don’t mind saying I shouldn’t have thought of giving her police protection if you hadn’t pu
