He separated it from the rest and fell to studying it, comparing
it with the paper from the bomb and the note which Long Sin had
received from the Clutching Hand. Then he folded the letter so
that both the signature and the address could not be read by us.
A portion of the letter, I recall, read something like this:
"This is his contention: whereas TRUTH is the only goal and MATTER
is non-existent--
"Look at this, Walter," remarked Craig, with difficulty
restraining himself, "What do you make of it?"
A glance at the typewriting was sufficient to show me that Kennedy
had indeed made an important discovery. The writing of the letter
which he had just found in Elaine's desk corresponded in every
respect with that in the Clutching Hand note and that on the bomb
formula. In each instance there were the same faintness, the same
crooked alignment, the same battered appearance of all the letter
T's.
We stared at each other almost too dazed to speak.
. . . . . . . .
At that moment we were startled by the sudden appearance of Elaine
herself, who had come in unexpectedly from her shopping
expedition.
She entered the room carrying in her arms a huge bunch of roses
which she had evidently just received. Her face was half buried in
the fragrant blossoms, but was fairer than even they in their
selected elegance.
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