"Really! That's impossible!" But Mr.Lindsey, calmer than ever, nodded his head confidently.
"I'm absolutely of Mrs.Ralston's opinion," he declared.

"What she suggests I believe to be true.

An impostor!" Mr.Portlethorpe flushed and began to look very uneasy.
"Really!" he repeated.

"Really, Lindsey!--you forget that I examined into the whole thing! I saw all the papers--letters, documents--Oh, the suggestion is--you'll pardon me, Mrs.Ralston--ridiculous! No man could have been in possession of those documents unless he'd been the real man--the absolute Simon Pure! Why, my dear lady, he produced letters written by yourself, when you were a little girl--and--and all sorts of little private matters.

It's impossible that there has been any imposture--a--a reflection on me!" "Cleverer men than you have been taken in, Portlethorpe," remarked Mr.
Lindsey.