"I think it ingenious, very. The real possibility of the thing being genuine—the plausibility, one almost might say—is what makes it so monstrously villainous."
"The character of the letters, even in perforations that would wear out a little, are like Eric's, Price."
"Who hasn't been supplied with facsimiles of Hedon's writing to imitate in some such way?" Latham returned. "Since the Aurora was lost, every Sunday screamer in the country has been filled with the personal details of the party."
"The address is not the address we have now," Margaret persisted. "You see, the post office forwarded it. Mr. Massey took my address from Eric's message; that was the address at which we lived when the Aurora sailed."
Latham shook his head. "The man who was clever enough to frame up that fraud and use that bird to make a couple of thousand dollars wouldn't have slipped on the detail of your address at the time the Aurora left."
"But he asks for no money, Price. He
