CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEMiss Silver, having fetched a fresh ball of grey wool from her bedroom, proceeded downstairs with it. She had left her knitting-bag on a table in the hall, and it was while she was slipping the wool into it and hanging the bag on her arm that the door of the study opened and Mrs. Maniple came out. The dignity of her bearing was unimpaired. She crossed the hall and made her way down the long passage which led off it to the kitchen wing.
As soon as she was out of sight Miss Silver entered the study. The Chief Inspector, who was on his feet, was saying, ‘Well, you’d better go and get her, and Miss Silver too. I don’t want——’ He broke off at the sound of the closing door. ‘Well, there!’ he said, ‘How did you know you were wanted? I was just sending Frank for you.’
Miss Sil
