Chapter XXIII

Charles went back to Miss Silver next day. ‘Do you know anything of one Ambrose Kimberley?’ he inquired. Miss Silver dropped a stitch and picked it up again before she answered: ‘I know the name.’ Then, before Charles could say anything more, she spoke briskly: ‘There are some things I want to tell you, Mr Moray. I should have telephoned to you if you hadn’t come in.’ ‘Go on,’ said Charles. She took up the brown exercise-book. ‘We’ll take Jaffray first. He came back on Sunday. I haven’t been able to trace the car y…