A sense of immeasurable disaster hovered. Three and a half years was a long time to be dead. Anne had come back. Awful to come back and feel that you weren’t wanted any more. “The living close their ranks.” Who said that? It was true—you had to. Under this high-flown strain, something quite homely and commonplace. “Gosh! Why did she have to come back?”
No sign of Miss Silver yet. No sign of a murder yet.
This is an intriguing premise though, and so far the characterizations are excellent.