But not his handwriting."
"He might have dictated it, mightn't he?"
"Never in those words. Feisul don't talk or write that way. The
letter's a manifest forgery, as I'll prove by confronting Feisul with
it. But there's a little oversight that should convince you it's a
forgery. Have you a magnifying glass, doc?"
Ticknor produced one in a minute, and Grim held the letter under the
lamp. On the rather wide margin, carefully rubbed out, but not so
carefully that the indentation did not show, was the French word
magnifique that had been written with a rather heavy hand and one of
those hard pencils supplied to colonial governments by exporters from
stocks that can't be sold at home.
"That proves nothing," Mabel insisted. "All educated Arabs talk French.
Somebody on Feisul's staff was asked for an opinion on the letter before
it went. My husband's Arab orderly told me only yesterday that a sling
I made for a man in the hospital was magnifique."
The objection was well enough taken, because it was the sort the forger
of the letter would be likely to raise if brought to book. But Grim's
argument was not exhausted.
"There are other points, Mabel.
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