Fife asked him sarcastically, “Does that close the matter, Lieutenant?”
“Sir?”
“I ask, is your verdict final, or are we to be permitted to proceed?”
“Oh.” Lawson showed color. “I beg your pardon, sir. I was merely observing—”
“There’s another way to observe. Look and listen.”
“Yes, sir.”
“If I may be allowed—” Colonel Tinkham offered.
“Well?”
“Interesting points about that letter. It was written by a person who is incisive and highly literate and who also types expertly. Or it was dictated to a stenographer, which doesn’t seem likely. The margining at the right is remarkably even. And the double spaces after periods—”
Wolfe made a noise, and Fife glanced at him. “What?”