Anna, Where Are You?

“Sometimes what, my dear?”

“Oh, nothing, He won’t talk to everyone, you know-not about the Everlys. He says least said, soonest mended. You won’t say I talked about them, will you? Did you know all the furniture in this room belonged to the house? It was the schoolroom, and nobody bothered to have the things taken away. The good things were all sold, but He bought the rest when he bought the house.”

Since Je

Je

Miss Silver, who was familiar with this pious classic, remarked mildly that there were fashions in books just as there were fashions in clothes.

“They talked differently a hundred years ago, just as they dressed differently, but I do not think that they were at all different in themselves.”

Je

“I hate them!” she said with emphasis. Then with a sudden and complete change of ma

Miss Silver shook her head.

“I do not think I should do that. It might alarm her very much.”

Something like a shadow went across Je

“No-no-I won’t lock her in. Nobody ought to be locked in -really. It’s wicked!”

CHAPTER XIII

It was that evening after the children had gone to bed that the name of Mr. Sandrow emerged for the first time. Mr. Craddock was not present. His absence did not surprise Miss Silver, since he nearly always went away as soon as a meal was over, and often did not join the family at all. Sometimes Mrs. Craddock would load a tray and take it through to the main block where he had his study. The doors, one on each floor, which shut it off from the inhabited wing were kept locked, a precaution rendered necessary by the bombed state of the building. Mrs. Craddock would permit Je

On this particular evening, as the two women sat by the schoolroom fire, the house was still and peaceful. Mrs. Craddock was patching Benjy’s shorts, whilst Miss Silver, her knitting laid aside, was engaged in filling up two gaping holes in one of Maurice’s jerseys. There had been a companionable silence for a time, when Mrs. Craddock gave a little sigh and said,

“It makes such a difference when there is someone to share the mending.”

Miss Silver gave her small prim cough.

“Did not Miss Ball or Miss Dally help you with it?”

“Oh, no.” There was another sigh. “They really were not very much help. Miss Dally had no idea-she liked young men and parties. Of course she was quite young, so I suppose it was natural. And Miss Ball-I really was quite glad when she went. She seemed to dislike me, and that is a very uncomfortable feeling.”

“And quite uncalled for, since I am sure you were all kindness to her, as you have been to me.”

Mrs. Craddock sighed again.

“Oh, I don’t know. Of course it was dull for her. But then there was Mr. Sandrow-I have always wondered if anything came of that. But of course he didn’t come again, and she never wrote-”

With no more than an absent-minded interest in her voice, Miss Silver said,

“Mr. Sandrow?”

Emily Craddock said, “Yes.” Her fingers smoothed the grey fla

“Had you any reason to suppose that she went away with this Mr. Sandrow?”

Emily looked startled.

“Oh, no-of course not. I only thought- She didn’t write, but then why should she? She was only here for such a short time, and she didn’t like us-there was really no reason. But she didn’t write to her friends either. Someone came down only the other day to make enquiries. She hadn’t any relations, I believe, but there was a friend who was worried at not hearing from her. Only people don’t always write, do they, and she may not have wanted to keep up with her friend. She was a moody sort of girl.”

“The friend was trying to trace her?”

“Oh, yes. Someone came down-from the police, I think, only not in uniform. But of course there wasn’t anything we could say.

Miss Silver was picking up run-down stitches on Maurice’s left sleeve, using a darning-needle in a very expert ma

“And now you feel that you ought to have spoken of Mr. Sandrow?”

“There was so little to say,” said Emily in a distressed voice. “I only saw him once-quite at a distance, and it was getting dark. There was a car at the gate, and I just saw him stop and drive on again. She had been out for the afternoon, you know. We walked up the drive together, and she had that excited way with her, but when I asked her whether her friend wouldn’t have come in she changed and said no, he didn’t like a crowd.”

“How extremely rude.”

“Yes, I thought so. And then she laughed and said quite angrily, ‘Two is company, isn’t it?’ She didn’t say any more, and I didn’t like to. Her tone was really quite rude.”

“But she told you his name?”

Emily had her startled look.

“No-no-I don’t think she did. I think it must have been somebody else-perhaps one of the children.”

“She spoke of him to the children?”

“I think she must have done-because of the name… Yes, it was Je

Miss Silver remarked in a meditative voice,

“If Miss Ball was so reserved about her affairs, it seems strange that she should have talked to Je