Chapter XXIIICharles went back to Miss Silver next day.
‘Do you know anything of one Ambrose Kimberley?’ he inquired.
Miss Silver dropped a stitch and picked it up again before she answered:
‘I know the name.’ Then, before Charles could say anything more, she spoke briskly: ‘There are some things I want to tell you, Mr Moray. I should have telephoned to you if you hadn’t come in.’
‘Go on,’ said Charles.
She took up the brown exercise-book.
‘We’ll take Jaffray first. He came back on Sunday. I haven’t been able to trace the car yet.’
‘Or the owner?’
‘Or the owner.’ She tapped the page with a knitting-needle. ‘So much for Jaffray. I really wanted to see you about William Cole. I have found out who he is.’
‘Is he someone?’
‘He is Leonard Morrison.’
Charles look blank.
‘I’m afraid t
