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“Not quite anyone Either your father or a skillful forger”

“You know my position on that It is not possible that he killed himself”

“I will keep looking”

“What about the paper the letter ritten on?”

“It was his”

“I see… And the ink!” she said, suddenly eager “Hoe knoritten with the saht it in a stationer’s shop The Waterman Company must sell thousands”

“I’ve have already given samples of the ink in this pen and on the letter to a chemistry laboratory to ascertain whether the ink is different”

“Thank you,” she said, her face falling “It’s not likely, is it?”

“I’m afraid not, Dorothy”

“But if it is his ink, it still doesn’t prove he wrote that letter”

“Not beyond all doubt,” Bell agreed “But I must tell you frankly that while each of these facts ive us a definitive answer”

“What will?” she asked She seelinted in her eyes

Isaac Bell was touched by her suffering and confusion He took her hands in his “Whatever it is, if it exists, ill find it”

“The Van Dorns never give up?” she asked with a brave smile

“Never,” Bell proh in his heart he had less and less hope that he could lay her pain to rest