Nobody guessed the truth. There I was, talking, joking—all a nervous wreck, but hiding it as best I could—wondering the whole time if they suspected…and then they just got up and left. I wonder how good I was. Did any of them have even the slightest suspicion? They had never seen the man, so I might as well be him, or he me. For all I know, they never pieced it together, and Mr. Jorbin is still wanted for my murder. Probably not, though. Enough digging into my last alias, and they would find that Edwin never existed.
Nobody Guessed
Tale Told 