23Janice rang the bell of 15 Montague Mansions, and was admitted by a stout elderly woman who looked like the comfortable sort of cook of one's dreams. She smiled, and said it was a nice morning in a pleasant country voice, and,
"You'll be the lady Miss Silver was expecting--the one that sent the telegram--Miss Meade. Well then, come along in."
One door shut and another one opened. The full beauty of Miss Silver's maple furniture, her peacock-blue curtains, her wallpaper, her brightly flowered carpet, her steel engravings, and her silver photograph frames was disclosed. Janice saw them first, and then she saw Miss Silver, very neatly dressed in a most unbecoming shade of drab, with a bog-oak brooch and a quantity of mousy hair in a fringe controlled by a hair-net and primly coiled behind
