XXIJim Fancourt went to Scotland Yard as soon as he got up to town. He walked in on Frank Abbott, who was writing, and said with hardly a preliminary,
“She doesn’t know anything.”
Frank laid down his pen and lifted his eyebrows.
“She?” he said.
Jim frowned.
“Anne—the other girl—the one who found her dead. I told you all about it.”
Frank’s brows went a little higher.
“All?” he said.
“All I knew. I’ve got a little more, but not much.”
“What have you got?”
“I went down and saw Anne. She identified the bead I showed you. It was one of a string round Anne Borrowdale’s neck. She said the string was broken. She says she saw the beads there in the cellar—she did see them. I told her about going to the house with Miss Silver, and it all fits. She doesn’t remember going down to the cellar.
