CHAPTER XIX
For several minutes both the Judge and the detective pored over the note-book, examining page after page, shaking their heads, and declining to accept the evidence of their eyes.
"I cannot see it," said the Judge at last; adding reluctantly, "No doubt there is a difference, but it is to be explained."
"Quite so," put in M. Floçon. "When he wrote the early part, he was calm and collected; the last entries, so straggling, so ragged, and so badly written, were made when he was fresh from the crime, excited, upset, little master of himself. Naturally he would use a different hand."
"Or he would wish to disguise it. It was likely he would so wish," further remarked the Judge.
"You admit, then, that there is a difference?" argued the General, shrewdly. "But there is more than a
