“Come again?” Allan asked. “What do you mean?”
“Write another letter.”
“Oh, I see. How will you do that?”
“I don’t know yet. That’s the problem.” He began to shift around the pens, the pencils, the ink and the papers on his desk, as if he were setting the problem in order before him. “We can assume that whoever wrote this letter, they intended to make trouble between you and your wife. It’s our best lay to encourage them to continue. We’ll have to prepare a little plant of some sort.”
“Yes?”
“Yes. And for that purpose,” Duff said, “I’d better be a lawyer—not a detective. You’ve put this difference with your wife in my hands, to arrange a separation or a divorce, or whatever else she wants—”
“Oh no!” Dunbar was horrified. “I don’t—”
“No, of course. We understand that, Burt,” Allan as
