Chapter FiveHaving taken down these notes, Miss Silver sat back in her chair and picked up the pale pink coatee.
‘There—that is over,’ she said, and began to knit. ‘And now, I am afraid, I must ask you what financial interest these relatives have in your death.’
Rachel Treherne met this question calmly, as one meets a long expected shock. She said,
‘I knew you would ask me that, but it is not at all an easy question to answer. The circumstances are very unusual. I think I told you that my father had left me this money as a trust. He made no legal conditions as to how I was to dispose of it, but he told me what he wanted me to do, and I promised that I would carry out his wishes. Miss Silver, I do feel sure that I can trust you—you have really made me feel sure about that—but what I am g
