"What do you wish to see me about, Mr. Silver?" she asked kindly, but did not--as he swiftly noticed--offer him a cup of tea, although it was close upon five o'clock. "I have come to place my services at your disposal," he said in a low voice. "Really, I am not aware that I need them," replied Lady Agnes coldly, and not at all anxious to accept the offer. "I think," said Silver dryly, and clearing his throat, "that when you hear what I have to say you will be glad that I have come." "Indeed! Will you be good enough to speak plainer?" She colored hotly when she asked the question, as it struck her suddenly that perhaps this plotter knew of Garvington's slip regarding the check. But as that had been burnt by Pine at the time of her marriage, she reflected that even if Silver knew about it, he could do nothing. Unless, and it was this thought that made her turn red, Garvington had again risked contact with the criminal courts. The idea was not a pleasant one, but being a brave woman, she faced the possibility boldly. "Well?" she asked calmly, as he did not reply immediately. "What have you to say?" "It's about Pine's death," said Silver bluntly. "Sir Hubert, if you please." "And why, Lady Agnes?" Silver raised his faint eyebrows. "We were more like brothers than master and servant. And remember that it was by the penny toys that I invented your husband first made money." "In talking to me, I prefer that you should call my late husband Sir Hubert," insisted the widow haughtily. "What have you discovered relative to his death?" Silver did not answer the question directly. "Sir Hubert, since you will have it so, Lady Agnes, was a gypsy," he remarked carelessly. "That was made plain at the inquest, Mr. Silver." "Quite so, Lady Agnes, but there were other things not made plain on that occasion. It was not discovered who shot him." "You tell me nothing new. I presume you have come to explain that you have discovered a clew to the truth?" Silver raised his pale face steadily. "Would you be glad if I had?" "Certainly! Can you doubt it?" The man shirked a reply to this question also. "Sir Hubert did not treat me over well," he observed irrelevantly. "I fear that has nothing to do with me, Mr. Silver." "And I was dimissed from my post," he went on imperturbably. "On Mr. Jarwin's advice," she informed him quickly. "There was no need for you to be retained. But I believe that you were given a year's salary in lieu of notice." "That is so," he admitted. "I am obliged to you and to Mr. Jarwin for the money, although it is not a very large sum. Considering what I did for Sir Hubert, and how he built up his fortune out of my brains, I think that I have been treated shabbily." Lady Agnes rose, and moved towards the fireplace to touch the ivory button of the electric bell. "On that point I refer you to Mr. Jarwin," she said coldly. "This interview has lasted long enough and can lead to nothing."