"Q.E.D.," Cooper said. "You want to keep things going the way they always have?"
"You know that."
"Then lay off. Let me go to hell my own way."
Lennox turned away angrily. The hidden crevice in his mind opened and Fink's dreadful hint shot up to the surface and burst like a bubble in acid.
"Who wrote those letters?" he asked abruptly.
"What? What letters?"
"You know damned well what letters. I told you yesterday I found out they're written to me. They're written by somebody named Knott. That's the writing you recognized. Who's Knott?"
"Nobody I know."
"But you know the writing?"
"I thought so."