Rachel Treherne burst out laughing.

“My dear Miss Silver, my sister Mabel would literally die of fright if she found herself alone on the cliff path after dark. And as for pushing me over, I can assure you that it was a much stronger hand that did that.”

Miss Silver smiled.

“I will agree that it does not seem probable that Mrs. Wadlow was actively concerned in the attempt. I am merely covering the time between half past five and ten minutes past six, and for that period neither Mr. nor Mrs. Wadlow has any effective alibi. That is to say, they can probably speak for each other, but no one else can speak for them. The other persons without alibis are Mr. Frith, Miss Comperton, Louisa Barnet, the girl Gladys-and lastly, Miss Caroline and Mr. Richard. It is true they left the house together, but they returned separately. I deduce a quarrel, but we have no means of knowing how long they were together before they separated, or what they did after that. Now that covers the people who were in the house, but there are some others who cannot be excluded from an inquiry. Maurice Wadlow and his sister Cherry left Whincliff Edge after breakfast yesterday morning. I should like some evidence as to their subsequent movements. It would not have been difficult for them to have returned either singly or together. From what Mrs. Wadlow has told me it would seem likely that Miss Cherry was fully occupied with her own affairs, but this requires corroboration. We have next to consider Mr. Gale Brandon, but in view of the fact that he went to considerable trouble to pull you up we may perhaps assume provisionally that he did not push you down. There remains one other person as to whose movements we have no evidence at all, and that is your old nurse’s niece, the young woman Ellen.”

Rachel could not help laughing again.

“Ellen!”

Miss Silver nodded.

“Yes, Ellen. I should like to hear a little more about her, but first there is the question of motive. You make your old nurse an allowance?”

“Yes, she has two pounds a week and the cottage.”

“And what would happen if you died?”

“She would go on getting it as long as she lived.”

“And Ellen?”

Rachel hesitated.

“Miss Silver-it’s absurd!”

Miss Silver coughed.

“Abnormal certainly. That is the way with crime. But you have not answered my question. Would Ellen Capper profit by your death?”

Rachel said with an effort,

“I have left her a hundred pounds.”

“And does she know this?”

“Nanny knows. She was worrying about Ellen’s future, so I told her.”

“Then of course Ellen knew. And knew just when you visited her aunt, and when you would be coming away.”

“Yes, but I was early yesterday evening. I usually stay till six.”

“Ten minutes-” said Miss Silver. “Well, Miss Treherne, I think Ellen must account for her movements. And that brings me to what I have to say to you. Miss Treherne, this is no longer a case for a private inquiry agent. A serious attempt has been made upon your life, and it is my duty to point out to you that you ought to call in the police.”

Rachel got up. Her face was very pale and her eyes bright.

“No, I won’t have the police brought into it,” she said.

“Miss Treherne, the attempt was a very dangerous one. If it had not been for Mr. Brandon’s presence of mind it would have been successful, and I should now be waiting here to give evidence at an inquest. I urge you to inform the police without delay.”

Rachel walked to the window and stood there.

“I won’t do it.” After a short silence she turned round. “Miss Silver, how can I? If there were nothing else, think of the talk-local at first, then spreading until it got into the papers. Haven’t you enough imagination to see the headlines? I have. Everyone- would be brought into it, everyone’s affairs ferreted out-Cherry’s flirtations- Maurice’s crazy politics-any stupidity which any of us may have tumbled into-any debt-any folly however light, however irrelevant. You know as well as I do they’d all be whipped to a froth and served up to tickle the taste for scandal. That’s what we’d get if we called in the police. And there would be worse than that, because all those other things would come out, and they would arrest Louisa- they’d have to. You must see that I can’t possibly have the police brought into this.”

“Miss Treherne-”

Rachel was no longer pale. Her cheeks flamed.

“Miss Silver, I give you fair warning-if the police are brought in, I shall deny the whole thing! I shall say that I fell. No one will be in a position to contradict me except- except the person who pushed me over, and-and-that’s not a very likely thing to happen, is it?”

Miss Silver said “No-” in a meditative tone. After a slight pause she continued briskly. “Well, I have done my duty. I would like further to urge upon you that you should immediately protect yourself by destroying your existing will and making a new one, the provisions of which you would keep to yourself. This accomplished, and an announcement made to that effect, your life would, I think, be safe, because the person who has attempted it could not be sure of having escaped suspicion, and would be unlikely to incur a fresh risk until the terms of the new will had transpired.”

“That is what you said before-in London -when I came to see you.”

“And I say it again. It is good advice.”

Rachel crossed the room. When she came to the door which led into her bedroom she leaned against it. It was as if she could not go any farther. She kept hold of the half turned handle and breathed deeply. The she said,

“I can’t take it-I can’t. I told you why. They’re my people. They’re all I’ve got. I love some of them-very much. I owe something to all of them-because we are a family. I can’t just-save myself and leave them all- under suspicion. If I took your-good advise, there would never be any love or confidence again-there couldn’t be. I don’t feel as if I could live like that. I want to live-very much. But it’s too big a price-I can’t pay it. I must know the truth. I must know whom I can trust and whom I can love. I’ll take any risk to find that out.”

She straightened up and looked blindly and piteously at Miss Silver.

“Find out,” she said.

Chapter Twenty-two

About a quarter of an hour later Miss Silver emerged from her own room and descended the stairs. There was no one in the hall, but just as she arrived on the bottom step Gladys ran out of the study.

“Oh, miss,” she said, “you’re wanted on the telephone. It’s a London call.”

Miss Silver did not hurry. She said, “Oh, thank you,” and then, “Will you just show me-” And when they were both in the study and she found that is was empty, she said in the voice which was so exactly that of a retired governess, “The call will not keep me for more than three minutes. There is something I want to ask you about. I wonder if you would be so kind as to go to my room and wait for me there.”

The call took its allotted three minutes and no more. Miss Silver’s remarks were few and cryptic. She said, “Speaking,” and then, “You have asked them all?” And at the end, “Yes, it is what I expected. Thank you. Goodbye.” After which she hung up the receiver and went upstairs again.

She found Gladys standing by the window, a pretty, serious-looking girl with a bright color and rather a nervous manner. She turned round now, fingering her apron.

“It’s Ivy does these upstairs rooms.”

Miss Silver smiled agreeably.

“And very nicely, I am sure. But it was you that I wanted to speak to. I have Miss Treherne’s permission to ask you one or two questions. The fact is, someone played a stupid trick on her last night-a very stupid, startling trick-and I am wondering whether you can help us to find out who it was.”