CHAPTER XVFoolscap
It was indeed!
For it at least began, “Deer Titus.” And I inferred that Simon Stannard had elicited further, somewhere within in that it was a Titus Fenwick to whom it was written—and not some other Titus.
I riffled over the sheets curiously first, however. For there were about 10 of them. Single-spaced. And I saw that the writing of them had indeed been a long-drawn-out process, for the quality and nature of the ribbon imprint did change several times, and there were two colors of ink where the 2-color ribbon had been turned over; also, in many cases, a sheet had been taken out of the machine—sometimes right in the middle of a paragraph—presumably while the writer went to bed—and put back in again later, on resumption of the typing, but with a resultant different lef
