Clutching Hand knew that. That was why he
was so careful to order this note destroyed. As for the bomb, he
figured that it would destroy itself."
He was placing one piece of typewriting after another under the
lens, scrutinizing each letter closely.
"Look, Walter," he remarked at length, taking a fine tipped pencil
and pointing at the distinguishing marks as he talked, "You will
notice that all the 'T's' in this note are battered and faint as
well as just a trifle out of alignment. Now I will place the paper
from the bomb under the lens and you will also see that the 'T's'
in the scrap of formula have exactly the same appearance. That
indicated, without the possibility of a doubt, taken in connection
with a score of other peculiarities in the letters which I could
pick out that both were written on the same typewriter. I have
selected the 'T' because it is the most marked."
I strained my eyes to look. Sure enough, Kennedy was right. There
was that unmistakable identity between the T's in the formula and
the note.
Kennedy had been gazing at the floor, his face puckered in thought
as I looked. Suddenly he slapped his hands together, as if he had
made a great discovery.
"I've struck it!" he exclaimed, jumping up. "I was wondering where
I had seen typewriting that reminds me of this. Walter, get on
your coat and hat.
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