CHAPTER 34Sylvia remained gazing at the door which had just closed behind Miss Silver. She had the look of someone who has seen or heard something which they are quite unable to believe. As Laura came to sit beside her, she turned a little and said in a whispering voice,
“Who is she—how does she know—was she there?”
Laura shook her head.
“She doesn’t have to be there. She knows things. I don’t know how she does it.”
Carey pulled a chair up close and sat down, bringing himself nearer to Sylvia’s level. Her pale hair glinted like silver gilt between him and the light from the big new window—a grey light glancing in under old dark beams. He said,
“Would you like to talk about it, Sylvia? Was it like that?”
Her left hand had caught at Laura’s. She put out the other to him in a childish g
