“Are you,” I asked, “absolutely certain that the letter you received was in your wife’s handwriting?”
“Yes,” he said. “There are, of course, certain changes which are only natural. A person’s handwriting has a tendency to change during a period of twenty-odd years, but there can be no question. I have compared the handwriting carefully.”
“Where are the letters?” I asked.
“I have them,” he said.
“I want them.”
He glanced at his wife. She nodded. He got up and said, “It will take a few minutes. If you’ll excuse me, please.”
I heard his feet slowly climbing the stairs. I turned to Mrs. Alftmont. She was staring steadily at me.
“What can you do?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “We’ll do all we can.”
“That may not be enough.”