CHAPTER 29Miss Silver did not hurry herself. She took a seat, but her carriage remained extremely upright. Her first remark appeared irrelevant.
“Really, Agnes Fane can be extremely rude.”
Randal March made a good enough guess. He could not help laughing as he exclaimed,
“What—has she been calling me a policeman?”
Miss Silver took no notice of this. She was opening her knitting-bag, from which she produced an embryo bootee. The wool was of the pale blue dedicated to male infancy, and the pattern intricate. She busied herself with it for a moment before she said,
“Lucy considers you a most charming person, my dear Randal.”
He made a wry face.
“There are people whom I would rather charm. But I’m sorry for her, poor thing. Now listen. The ballistics man says there’s no doubt at all tha
