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When she looks at them more closely, as she gets even closer, all this to clear up a doubt, she then impulsively asks:

- After all, who made this copy? – She questioned.

The men were away, still questioning.

- If she liked it...?

- I don't know if she didn't like it...

That's how Mr. Tulkinghorn suddenly stops, surprised by the lady's animation and unusual Hana.

- After all, is that really it?

- As for what, among you gentlemen, is called notary handwriting? – The woman asked, still looking at him again, with that nonchalant look of hers and playing with the firestop.

- Look, no ma'am. - He said.

- That's probably — Mr. Tulkinghorn examines it as he speaks — the forensic character it has was acquired after the original handwriting was formed.

- Why do you ask that?

- You know, this is just, to change this detestable monotony. Oh! carry on, carry on!