36Miss Silver laid her hands down for a moment upon her knitting.
‘I believe I have told you everything that passed between us. I should like to know what you think about it.’
Frank Abbott did not reply immediately. He looked at her, neat and earnest, with the half-finished vest in her lap. He knew from experience that the description of her interview with Mrs Blount would have been a most carefully accurate one. Just what it all amounted to was another matter. He said so, adding,
‘There might be quite a simple explanation, you know.’
‘Yes, Frank?’
‘Mrs Blount may be off her head.’
She picked up her knitting again.
‘That was not my impression.’
‘It would cover your account of her behaviour.’
She coughed gently.
‘No account of anyone’s behaviour can convey more than a bare outline
