Chapter EighteenAs Frank Abbott passed through the hall he was aware of Miss Silver at the morning-room door. She seemed to be emerging, but as soon as she saw him she stepped back. As she continued to hold the door open and looked at him with a smile, he rightly supposed that he was being invited to enter. When he had done so she closed the door and moved away from it.
“I am glad to have seen you. I was coming to ask Superintendent March whether a search of the other rooms was intended.”
The formality amused him. Superintendent March! And she had been calling him Randall under all their noses for the last half hour! He wondered whether it was decorum or disapproval which dictated the change.
He said, “I don’t think so,” and saw her purse her lips. There was no doubt of the disapproval
