? ? ? ? "My God!" cried our client, "what a blind beetle I have been!"
? ? ? ? "Now you see the point about the handwriting. Suppose that someone turned up in your place who wrote a completely different hand from that in which you had applied for the vacancy, of course the game would have been up. But in the interval the rogue had learned to imitate you, and his position was therefore secure, as I presume that nobody in the office had ever set eyes upon you.
? ? ? ? "Not a soul," groaned Hall Pycroft.
? ? ? ? "Very good. Of course it was of the utmost importance to prevent you from thinking better of it, and also to keep you from coming into contact with anyone who might tell you that your double was at work in Mawson's office.
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