CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVENMiss Silver came down on the same Tuesday morning to find that a note had been dropped in the letter-box for her. It ran—‘Off to town to compare fingerprints. Interesting possibilities. Smith has produced three or four prints which may be S.T.’s. They don’t belong to the fellow who came to measure the curtains. There is rather a smudged set just under the edge of the writing-table in the study. Blake has S.T.’s prints, and we’ll see how they compare.’ There followed a scrawled F.A., and that was all.
Miss Silver went on into the dining-room. Finding nobody there, she read the note again and dropped it into the fire. The post arriving just afterwards, she became occupied with a letter from her niece Gladys Robinson, who was Ethel Burkett’s sister but so very unlike her
