37It took quite a lot to startle Frank Abbott, but at this he pulled himself up in his chair and said,
‘What!’
Miss Silver reproved him with a glance and repeated her remark.
‘I believe he may have wished to dig in the garden.’
‘My dear ma’am!’
‘Or in the gazebo. Yes, I think it would probably be in the gazebo.’
She laid down the almost completed vest and took out of her knitting-bag that copy of the Rev. Thomas Jenkinson’s book which had engaged her interest. There was a neat white marker between the pages, so that it opened readily at the chapter on Grove Hill. She handed the volume to Frank, directing his attention to the paragraph which dealt with the Gordon Riots. Reading on, he would come naturally to the passage which had been marked by a faint underlining. Whilst his attentio
