Chapter 6Chief Detective Inspector Lamb rose from behind his office table and shook hands with Miss Maud Silver. As always when they met, there was a ritual of polite enquiry.
‘I need not ask if you are well, Chief Inspector.’
He had his jovial laugh for that, a sign, if one had been needed, that the proceedings were to be of a not too formal nature.
‘My health doesn’t trouble me, I’m glad to say.’
‘And Mrs. Lamb? I trust she has not felt the inclement weather.’
‘She’s too busy being a grandmother.’
Miss Silver beamed.
‘Ah—Lily’s boy—little Ernest. Called after you, is he not?’
‘Fancy your remembering that! Well, what do you say to a granddaughter as well? A month old yesterday—little Lily Rose. Pretty, isn’t it?’
Miss Silver thought it very pretty indeed.
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