CHAPTER 18“I don’t want you to misunderstand me, Inspector,” Pamela Atwater said, when they had got back inside her room again, Mr. Pinkerton standing as inconspicuously by the door as he could. “I have nothing but affection for my husband’s brother, and for his mother, though they have none for me. Sir Lionel was very fond of me. That’s probably why the others resent me, as you’ve doubtless noticed.”
She sat down and looked steadily into the fire in the grate for several minutes. Mr. Pinkerton could not tell whether she was undecided about what she wanted to say, or was merey trying to make up her mind as to the most annihilating way of saying it.
“I didn’t intend you should see that note,” she said at last.
“It’s odd, in that case,” Inspector Bull said placidly, “that you didn’t yours
