Chapter 16Eily didn’t move. Jacob Taverner stepped past her into the hall. He stood there looking down at the prostrate figure.
‘Luke White—eh?’ He turned sharply on Miss Silver. ‘You say he’s dead. How do you know? Not a doctor, are you?’
Miss Silver’s air of authority had left her. She coughed in a deprecating manner and said. ‘There is no pulse. And the position of the wound. I may have spoken too decidedly.’ She produced a slightly flustered impression. ‘I was in London during the war. One could scarcely avoid some painful experiences.’
Jacob said, ‘H’m!’ And then, ‘We ought to get him out of here.’
Miss Silver became very flustered indeed. With all the wish in the world to remain unobtrusively in the background, she really could not acquiesce in the removal of the body, she gave a
