There's no question about that, Mr. Egan, and I'm sure it was just as genuine as your surprise in your answer to Ms. Block when you thanked her profoundly for her question.
Ms. Hamilton, to you now.... You have a lot of experience in government. If I'm not mistaken, you were chief of staff to an Ontario minister, health and long-term care...many years at Hill & Knowlton...ministry of northern development.... You were even the media coordinator around the Walkerton water tragedy in early 2000. So you're a pretty experienced person in terms of government relations.
I use my BlackBerry all the time. You'll notice that all the members of this committee have them out on the table. This is our computer. I actually read what comes to me on my BlackBerry. I'm a little bit surprised to find out that you don't, and I frankly have a little bit of difficulty understanding how, after having exchanged all day with Mr. Ullyatt, you still come before this committee and expect us to believe that you never noticed what was the very first thing written there.
I'll read it to you again, just in case you've forgotten:
This draft report will be considered at an in camera meeting....
You know what in camera means; you're an experienced government operative.
Please bring a copy of this document to the meeting. This draft report is CONFIDENTIAL....
—in big block black letters, CONFIDENTIAL—
until tabled in the House of Commons. Disclosure of information contained in this report prior to its presentation to the House of Commons could be considered a potential breach of parliamentary privilege.
So with decades of experience in government, having received that clearly in your e-mail, writing back to the person to say “I love you”, that's great, he banters back about his shortcomings, and you say “you have no shortcomings”.
You know what you've just received. We know that you knew what you had just received. You're still telling us, no way, you didn't know that it was a confidential document, not at the beginning of the day when you looked at it, not during the middle of the day when you were exchanging with Mr. Ullyatt, not at the end of the day when you looked at it again. You weren't putting the kids on the bus any more when you were writing back to Mr. Ullyatt, Ms. Hamilton. How is it possible that you never noticed that big block letter warning that it was confidential?