“May I see the letter?”
“Certainly not. It is confidential.”
“Of course, he accuses me? It was a cowardly thing—a mean thing.”
“He offers explanations.”
“Which you accept?”
“With certain reservations, yes.”
Eve held her breath. She felt humiliated, angry, and astonished.
“I never thought it possible that you would take such a view as this.”
“Let me explain, Miss Carfax, that I cannot help taking this view. I have to insist on an absolutely impersonal attitude. My profession cannot be carried on satisfactorily without it. I regret it, but I am afraid you are not quite suited to delicate positions of responsibility.”
Eve said quietly, “Please don’t go into explanations. You would rather not have me on your staff.”