“You mean like a letter between Professor Gladstone and the IOS secretary, explaining everything?” “Seriously, there’s a letter?” he said, striding across. “What?” She looked up at him vaguely, then at the paper again. “Oh. No, this is just his grocery list. But I mean, such a letter would be the ideal proof.” Devon laughed. “My God, I love—” “Of course!” she exclaimed suddenly, snapping her fingers. Startled, confused, Devon felt himself actually blushing.
