CHAPTER 8MR. EVAN PINKERTON finished shaving. His head was still a painful lump that throbbed unpleasantly whenever he turned it, but nevertheless he turned it once more to listen through the washroom door for Miss Myrtle Grimstead’s managerial voice. He was in a state of acute nervous anxiety. She should have come up by this time, if the nurse had posted his letter, of which he was none too confident. Unless, of course, she had posted it and the estate agents refused to do anything about it. They might easily feel he had no right to insist on Mr. McGrath’s being allowed to stay in the box room in the first place, and regard his request that he stay on as Mr. Pinkerton’s personal guest as a brazen disregard of the prime function of rental property in the second. In any event, it was very i
