CHAPTER 26“Yes, Randal?”
Miss Silver advanced into the singularly bleak room which was so much more like an office than a lady’s study. The floor, doubtless for the convenience of Miss Fane’s invalid chair, was quite uncarpeted, and the furniture, for the same reason, restricted to such stark necessities as a wide, plain table and some bookcases and a number of filing cabinets standing flat against the walls. At ordinary times it also contained a couple of straight-backed chairs. To these a writing-chair had now been added for the Superintendent’s use.
He looked up at the sound of his name and said abruptly,
“You were quite right—he didn’t do it.”
Miss Silver altered the angle of one of the upright chairs and sat down.
“If you are alluding to Mr. Hazelton, Randal, I believe what I sai
