CHAPTER VIIFrank Abbott called up next day.
“Look here, I caught the Chief in a melting mood, and he says I can run down and make some enquiries. The usual trimmings about mare’s nests and what not, but all in good part. So expect me to-morrow on my way back. Will it matter if I’m late? . . . All right then—we’ll say any time up to midnight.”
It was not nearly so late as that when Hannah let him in. As she opened the sitting-room door, her voice could be heard telling him that his sandwiches were waiting, and that the coffee wouldn’t be a moment.
Miss Silver smiled.
“Hannah is always sure you must be starved when you go out of town.”
“Well, I did have some ghastly kind of a meal, but I’m trying to forget about it.” He pulled a chair in to the fire and spread out his hands to the glow.
