The room becomes thunderously quiet. I’ve nothing else to argue. I keep my posture erect.
Mrs. Stevenson smooths some non-existent wrinkles on her skirt. “It appears you and Miss Smail were unevenly yoked. I think your decision to send her out of the mission unwise, but I understand your frustration. For the moment, let us leave things as they are until after you meet with the Investigating Committee.” A smile cracks her face. “Have you had the opportunity to walk in the Princes Street Gardens? They’re quite lovely this time of year.”
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