“I see Jocelyn has a notice of his wife’s death in all the papers—with the date.” He picked up the Times from the table behind him and ran his eye down the column. “Here we are—‘On June 26, 1941, by enemy action, Anne, wife of Sir Philip Jocelyn—’ Well, I suppose we shall be seeing his name in the Marriages next.”
Miss Silver coughed, a thought reprovingly. She said, “I hope so.”
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