CHAPTER XXXIVEmerging from the Blue Room a little later, Miss Silver encountered Ray Fortescue. The day was a blowy one, and she was very becomingly and suitably attired in a brown tweed skirt and a soft yellow cardigan and jumper. A scarf which repeated these two colours was tied over her dark curls. Miss Silver approached her with a smile.
‘I see that you are going out. I wondered if I might speak to you for a moment. But I should not wish to detain you if you have an appointment.’
Ray’s colour came up brightly.
‘Oh, no, it doesn’t matter at all. I—I just thought it would be nice to get some air. There’s something about this house—I suppose it’s the central heating. It’s very nice of course but—I expect you know what I mean.’
She had a horrid feeling that if the first part of this ra
