At
least, the letters _I_ write don't." She shot a veiled coquettish glance
at the big K.C. from under her long eyelashes.
The K.C. returned the glance with a genial smile.
"What do you write your letters on, Miss Fanning?"
She almost giggled at the question.
"I use a writing tablet," she replied.
"Ruled or unruled?"
"Ruled. I couldn't write straight if there weren't lines." She
smiled again.
"And what colour do you affect--grey, rose-pink or white paper?"
"Always white."
"Is that all the paper you have at your flat for writing purposes?"
"Yes."
"Then what did Birchill write on when he wanted to write a letter?"
"He used mine."
"Are you sure of that?"
"Yes. When he wanted to write a letter he used to ask me for my tablet
and an envelope. And generally he used to borrow a stamp as well." She
pouted slightly, with another coquettish glance.
"Look at that plan again," said the K.C. "Have you ever had paper like it
at your flat?"
She shook her head.
"Never."
"Have you ever seen paper of that kind in Birchill's possession before he
showed you the plan?"
"Never."
"When he showed you the plan had the paper been folded?"
"Yes.
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