Eleven“Mr Williams, I really must emphasize how important this whole matter is to me. I’m not willing to drop it now.”
Isabella’s hands moved restlessly in her lap, though she’d wanted to appear as serene as she could to the old man who sat before her, his horn-handled walking cane leaning against his thigh. His gray eyes were piercing but the sharpness was mellowed by a sadness that showed in his slumped shoulders and downturned mouth.
“I understand, Miss Wilmington, I do, but it’s not possible for me to go on.”
Hiram Williams had been shown into the suite by the hotel manager and without any opening niceties stated his business: he wished to resign from his work as an investigator on her behalf.
Isabella’s heart contracted into a tight knot as she sat very still and listened. Rosie s
