She Came Back

Miss Silver’s voice broke in upon her thoughts.

“You told Lady Jocelyn what you had overheard. When did you do so?”

She opened her eyes.

“When I saw about Miss Collins in the papers.”

“Will you tell me just what she said?”

Lyndall told her, speaking only just above her breath, with the picture in her mind of A

“She said I’d made a mistake. She said it might hurt Philip, so I promised.”

“I see. Miss Armitage, how well did you know Lady Jocelyn? I do not mean since her return, but before she went to France.”

She was startled by the change of subject. She sat up.

“We were at Jocelyn’s Holt together when she came there to stay after her mother died. None of us knew her till then. She was grown up, and I wasn’t. She was marvellous to me. I loved her-terribly. When she and Philip got engaged I thought it was wonderful. I was one of her bridesmaids.”

“If you were girls together in the same house you would have been in and out of each other’s rooms, dressed and undressed together. Can you tell me whether Lady Jocelyn had any mark by which she could have been identified?”

“Oh, no, she hadn’t. All the relations asked me that when she came back. There wasn’t anything.”

She met a very penetrating gaze.

“If she had had a brown mole the size of a sixpence just above her left knee, you would have noticed it?”

“Of course. But she hadn’t anything like that.”

“You are quite sure? It is very important.”

“Yes, I am quite, quite, sure.”

“You would be able to swear to it? You will, I think, be called upon to do so.”

Lyndall pressed her hands together in her lap. She said,

“Yes.” And then, slowly, “I don’t understand. Will you please tell me?”

Miss Silver said gravely,

“The woman who died today had a mole such as I have described. I think Miss Collins knew that A

CHAPTER 34

I want police protection for her,” said Miss Silver firmly.

The Chief Inspector, at the other end of the telephone, drew out a handkerchief and blew his nose with an exasperated sound.

“Now, Miss Silver-”

She coughed and proceeded.

“I consider it most desirable. I will give you the address of the hairdressing establishment. It is Félise, Charlotte Street… I beg your pardon?” An exclamation of surprise had reached her along the wire. “Is the name familiar to you?”

“I don’t know about familiar. Sir Philip says his wife had an appointment there to have her hair done yesterday afternoon. We were asking him about her movements on the previous day, and he mentioned having heard her make this appointment. Says he heard the name as he was letting himself into the flat, and she explained it was her hairdresser. Quite a good cover-up.”

“It is a genuine hairdressing establishment. It stands three doors from the corner where Emma Meadows lost sight of the girl who had been following Lady Jocelyn-or, as I think we may now call her, A

The Chief Inspector blew his nose, meditatively this time.

“Well, you’d better keep Miss Armitage. I’ll send Frank round. Just leave him to form his own conclusions, will you? He’s a bit too much inclined to take all you say for gospel, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

Deprecation of his tone was evident as Miss Silver replied,

“I do not consider that Sergeant Abbott is so easily influenced-except, as we should all be, by the facts of a case.” The stress laid upon the word “facts” accentuated the reproof.

Lamb turned it off with a laugh.

“Well, we won’t quarrel about that. If Frank is satisfied, the people at the shop will be put through it. I’ll get someone on to finding out about them straight away.”

Sergeant Abbott, arriving at Montague Mansions, was duly acquainted with Miss Lyndall Armitage’s story.

“Where is she, Miss Silver?”

Miss Silver, well on the way to completing Joh

Frank regarded her with admiration.

“Tucked up under an eiderdown with a hot-water bottle, I don’t mind betting. Will you be angry if I quote Wordsworth instead of Te

‘The perfect woman, nobly pla

To warn, to comfort, or command.’ ”

Miss Silver smiled indulgently. If she detected a faint sardonic flavour in tone and look she gave no sign of resenting it, but said soberly,

“We have not time just now to discuss the poets, my dear Frank. I have kept Miss Armitage here because I do not feel justified in allowing her to return to her flat without protection. She tells me that her cousin, Mrs. Perry Jocelyn, is unlikely to be home much before eleven, and that they have a daily maid who leaves at three o’clock. I think, in the circumstances, that it would be extremely dangerous to leave her alone and unprotected.”

“What makes you think she is in danger?”

“My dear Frank! The day before yesterday at tea-time she acquainted A

“This was the day before yesterday?”

“Yes. And yesterday afternoon she kept another appointment with the man from whom she took her orders. It is, I suppose, possible, but I do not think it is at all likely that she did not acquaint him with what Miss Armitage had told her. There is some evidence that the interview disquieted him, since he had her followed when she came away from it. If she told him that a previous interview had been overheard, he may have decided that her usefulness as an agent was seriously compromised. The German secret service has never hesitated to sacrifice an agent who might prove to be more of a liability than an asset. If she told him that it was Miss Armitage who had overheard them, you will, I think, agree that she may be in very serious danger, and that until this man is under arrest she should be given the very fullest possible measure of protection.”

Frank Abbott ran his hand back over his hair.

“All right, we’ll look after her. But, you know, the Chief thinks you’re trailing a red herring. He thinks Jocelyn shot the woman. There’s some evidence-no, not evidence- there’s some indication of a personal motive. Suppose he was in love with this Armitage girl. I know some people who live near Jocelyn’s Holt. They tell me everyone was expecting the engagement to be given out, when A