Miss Silver inclined her head. She had that kind of memory herself.
He went on.
‘I can remember it all, but when I was listening to it it didn’t seem to mean anything. Mrs. Welby went on talking. She said Miss Cray quarrelled with Mr. Lessiter, it wasn’t about the will, it was about Mrs. Welby. Miss Cray wanted him to stop going on about the things his mother had given her, and he wouldn’t. He said he was going to prosecute.’ Allan’s voice took on a tone of horror. ‘And then Miss Cray lost her temper and came out in a hurry. Mrs. Welby had only just time to get out of the way.’
Miss Silver’s needles clicked.
‘Yes—I was sure that was how it happened. What did Mrs. Welby do after that? The interval has puzzled me. Did she go in then and see Mr. Lessiter?’
He shook his head.
‘No, she di
