THIRTYMrs. Crook brought in tea, and reported afterwards to her friend Mrs. Grover that the Chief Constable was ever such a nice-looking gentleman and ever so polite, ‘but no appetite for his tea, and the scones were lovely though I say it myself.’ In these circumstances the meal was not prolonged. When March refused a third cup of tea, Miss Silver said in a deprecating manner,
‘I should like to ask you to do me a favour, Randal.’
He smiled.
‘What is it—the half of my kingdom?’
‘I hope I should never ask you for what you would find it impossible to give.’
‘You alarm me! Let me know the worst!’
She gave him her own charming smile.
‘It is really a very simple matter. I would very much like to see the study at Melling House.’
‘Well, it will make talk, you know.’
‘My dear Randal, do y
