FORTYMiss Silver knocked at the kitchen door and went in. She found Mrs. Crook sitting in front of the fire listening to the B.B.C. light programme.
‘Pray do not disturb yourself. I will not detain you for more than a moment.’
Mrs. Crook reached out sideways and reduced the volume of an accordion band.
‘Thank you, Mrs. Crook. It is wonderful how faithfully your set reproduces the tone—but just a little difficult when one is talking. I only came in to ask whether you would by any chance be going out this evening.’
‘Well, I thought I might look in on Mrs. Grover.’
Miss Silver coughed,
‘I wondered if you would be doing that, and whether you would mind taking a note for me to her son.’
‘He’ll be in a dreadful way,’ said Mrs. Crook.
‘I am afraid so.’
‘Thought the world of Mrs. Welby. I
