"Don't make any mistake in putting on the handcuffs this time,
Ferguson," he shouted. "A forger and a contortionist make a bad
customer to reckon with."
CHAPTER XXI
THE RIDDLE ANSWERED
There was absolute stillness in the room; then a babble of
exclamations broke out as Sylvester, his expression of dumb surprise
giving place to one of fury, struggled to free himself from the
detective's firm grip.
"You cannot escape, Sylvester," declared Kent, observing his efforts.
"Your carelessness in using your peculiar gift of penmanship in
copying Barbara McIntyre's signature in this memorandum of her visit
here" - Kent held up a sheet torn from his pad, "gave me the first
clew. These, the second," he showed several pieces of blotting
paper freshly used. "See, in the mirror here is reflected the
impression from your clever imitations of the handwritings of
Barbara, Colonel McIntyre, and Mrs. Brewster."
They crowded about Kent, all but Ferguson and his prisoner, who had
subsided in his chair with what the detective concluded was
dangerous quietude.
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