Miss Silver Deals With Death: A Miss Silver Mystery
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When her fiance, Giles Armitage, is lost at sea in the middle of the Second World War, Meade Underwood is left in the company of a middle-aged aunt with nothing but a monotonous round of bridge parties and war work to fill her days. A chance encounter restores Giles to Meade but he has lost his memory, and their rediscovered happiness is threatened by the machinations of the scheming Carola Roland, a figure from Giles's forgotten past. So when Carola is viciously murdered, Giles becomes the chief suspect and it takes all Miss Silver's ingenuity to unravel the real significance of the crime and its electrifying consequences.
Carola”.’ ‘It’s a plant,’ said Giles. He let go of her so suddenly that she felt giddy. Then he got to his feet, pulling her up with him. ‘Giles – what are you going to do?’ ‘I’m going to see Miss Carola Roland.’ It was she who was holding him now. ‘Giles – wait! You can’t go like this. Oh, Giles – are you sure?’ ‘Of course I’m sure. I tell you it’s a plant. She’s heard I’ve lost my memory and she’s trying it on.’ Meade was trembling so much that he had to put his arm about her. ‘Giles –
washing the top landing on Wednesday morning. ‘I been down to fill my pail. The water wasn’t hot right up at the top there, the way Mr Bell has to spare the furnace these days, so I been down for a drop from the kettle, and when I come back, there they were at it hammer and tongs, and both doors open so you couldn't help but hear them. I’m not one to listen at doors, I’d have you know, but as I said to Mr Bell, I can’t be expected to go putting cotton wool in my ears, and there’s never been
floor because of going out in her chair – and awkward enough getting it up and down the steps, but there’s two of them and Mr Bell gives a hand.’ ‘Two of them?’ Mrs Smollett nodded. ‘Miss Crane – she’s the companion. And Packer – she’s the maid.’ ‘I hope they look after the old lady well. It is very sad to be dependent upon strangers.’ Mrs Smollett heaved a sigh. ‘That’s right, miss, and if it was that Packer, I wouldn’t like to be the one that depended on her. Mind you, I don’t say but
up, poor girl, and lost her fiancé as well – as least they hadn’t given it out, but she met him in the States. He was on one of those hush-hush missions – something about tanks, I believe, but perhaps I oughtn’t to say so, though I don’t suppose it matters now, because he was drowned. Of course it was a most dreadful shock for Meade.’ Mrs Underwood had certainly found her tongue. Miss Silver recalled Charles Moray’s ‘A gushing gasbag’, and Margaret’s ‘Charles, darling – gas doesn’t gush!’ She
there. She did not wish to be seen, and was waiting for a chance to get away unobserved. Miss Roland, awaiting her visitor in some excitement, probably had the sitting-room door ajar, if not wide open. She might have walked to and fro between the sitting-room and the hall. She might have been expecting that the bell would ring. Or she might have known that her visitor would come by another way.’ ‘What way?’ Giles Armitage asked the question which was in everyone’s mind. ‘By the fire-escape and