“Tell me about the other.”
“I will reproduce it, word for word.”
Drawing some paper to him he wrote rapidly for a few minutes.
Then he placed the duplicate of Prescott’s letter in front of Joe.
“This looks like a deep conspiracy, Eric—you say this was signed that way?”
“Yes.”
“Was it—in—her handwriting?”
“There were enough points of resemblance to make it striking.”
“Heavens!” and he beat his fist against his forehead in despair—then recovered his calmness after an effort.
“You say you have lost this document?”