Chapter 29
Sitting in his office next to Scarlet only a few hours later, it became quite clear that Geoffrey McAdoo did not have good news. Spencer was attempting to control his emotions, but his fingers were digging so deeply into the wooden armrests, he was certain his fingers must be bleeding. He didn’t care.
“Did he read the letters? Did he actually look at them at all?” Scarlet was asking. Her attempt at controlling herself was clearly nonexistent, as she was on the edge of her seat, tossing her skirts about with her arms, each gesture stirring up a whirlwind of velvet and lace.
“Yes, he read them over carefully. Several times,” McAdoo assured them, his voice as calm and professional as possible under the circumstances. “He said he wished there was more he could do, but as I have e
