As I rolled out of bed, I noticed that the light seeping around the drawn curtains was bright. How late had I slept? As I stumbled toward the door in my nightshirt, I yelled, “Damn it, just a minute!” When I flung open the door, I couldn’t have been more surprised. “Mr. Dancy, we have work. Do you intend to sleep the morning away?” I quickly closed the door to a crack and stuck my head in the opening. “Maggie, what are you doing here?” “Waking you, evidently.” “To what purpose?” “To find Mr. Campbell’s killer. Don’t you care about your friend?” “Of course. I was up late with your father and Constable Earp. We were discussing the case.” “Discussions are what men do when they sip bourbon. Mysteries are solved by investigations.” “And you know this from your extensive experience with the Pinkertons.”
