Chapter XLV

‘Miss Silver! Thank Heaven!’ Miss Maud Silver looked mildly at an agitated young man. She took a latch-key from a neat capacious bag and opened her office door. ‘Come in, Mr Millar.’ Archie came in, flung his hat on a chair, and rumpled his hair violently. ‘I’ve been walkin’ up and down waitin’ for you till I thought I should go mad.’ ‘_Dear me_, Mr Millar—and why?’ ‘Where’s Charles Moray?’ Miss Silver paused in the act of taking off a long drab raincoat. ‘I really have no idea.’ ‘Where’s Margaret Langton?’ ‘Mr Mil…