Chapter XLV‘Miss Silver! Thank Heaven!’
Miss Maud Silver looked mildly at an agitated young man. She took a latch-key from a neat capacious bag and opened her office door.
‘Come in, Mr Millar.’
Archie came in, flung his hat on a chair, and rumpled his hair violently.
‘I’ve been walkin’ up and down waitin’ for you till I thought I should go mad.’
‘Dear me, Mr Millar—and why?’
‘Where’s Charles Moray?’
Miss Silver paused in the act of taking off a long drab raincoat.
‘I really have no idea.’
‘Where’s Margaret Langton?’
‘Mr Millar—what do you mean?’
‘I mean they’ve disappeared—that’s what I mean. I’ve been trying to get on to Charles since two o’clock yesterday. He’s never been back to his hotel. I went to Miss Langton’s flat last night, and she wasn’t there, and she hasn’t been to
