"It isn't possible, Elizabeth!"
"It came in that letter. That letter I wanted to open, and which you persuaded me not to!" She mustered all her damning facts one after another. "And it was postmarked from Craterville. Vance, you have been in Craterville lately!"
He seemed to consider.
"Could I have told anyone? Could I, possibly? No, Elizabeth, I'll give you my word of honor that I've never spoken a syllable about that subject to anyone!"
"Ah, but what have you written?"
"I've never put pen to paper. But—how did it happen?"
He had control of himself now. His voice was steadier. He could feel her recede from her aggressiveness.
"It was dated after you left Craterville, of course. And—I can't stand imagining that you could be so low. Only, who else would have a motive?"
"But how was it done?"
"They sent him an article about his father and a picture of Black Jack that happens to look as much like Terry as two peas."