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opinion, Nancy thought. Opinion was a long way from being concrete proof. “Do you mean he doesn’t look like Matt or sound like him?” she prodded.
    â€œOh, he looks like Matt would look now, if Matt were alive, and he sounds the way I remember Matt’s voice. But he’s not Matt.”
    â€œIn other words, it’s just a feeling you have?” Nancy said, trying to keep her disappointment out of her voice. This was turning out to be a total waste of time.
    Tony nodded. “It’s not just a feeling. It’s a gut feeling, as strong as they come.”
    â€œToo bad they don’t allow gut feelings to be admitted as evidence in court,” she said. The words sounded more sarcastic than she had meant them to be, and Tony shot her an angry look.
    â€œI’m sorry,” Nancy said quickly, “but if you could just think of what it is that makes you so sure he’s a fake, that would help. Was it the way he walked or some gesture he made? Matt was left-handed, according to my dad. I watched that guy yesterday, and he favored his left hand, too. But maybe there are some things like that that don’t fit. Can you think of anything?”
    Tony raked his fingers nervously through his short blond hair. “I can’t think of anything specific, but I swear to you I’m right.”
    Great, Nancy thought. Getting up from the chair, she told him, “I don’t see what you think I can do to help.”
    He pounded his hand on the desk so hard that Nancy jumped. “Can’t you get to the truth about this guy?” he blurted out. Recovering himself, he went on more calmly. “I mean, you must have ways of working so that he wouldn’t suspect you.”
    Nancy shook her head. “If he’s an impostor, he’ll suspect everyone. I’m sorry, but unless you can give me something more concrete to go on, there’s nothing I can do.” She stood up to leave.
    Tony made a disgusted noise in his throat and turned away. Nancy walked out, casting a glance back over her shoulder. Tony’s face was set in an angry grimace.
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    Nancy was surprised to find her father home when she returned from Tony Giralda’s office. He was sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of Hannah’s soup. Nancy sat with him.
    â€œI thought you were going to be tied up with Matt Glover all day,” she said. “It’s only one-thirty.”
    â€œI had to come back to pick up some papers,” Carson said, tipping his bowl to scoop up the last of the soup. “You know, Matt is coming throughwith flying colors so far,” he told her. “He signed an affidavit, and the signature compares well with Matt’s. There’s a slight difference, but handwriting changes over time. Of course, I’ll submit a sample of the writing to an expert, just to be sure.”
    â€œDid he sign with his left hand?” Nancy asked.
    â€œYes, and he did it completely naturally.” Carson pushed the empty bowl away from him and then sighed. “Going over the writing samples could take a few days. It’s a touchy situation, so we have to be very careful. Clayton’s will is clear that his son is to inherit everything if he’s ever found. That’s usual in cases where a body hasn’t been recovered. If Matt hadn’t shown up, Glover’s money was to be split up among several charities.”
    â€œHe didn’t leave any to Mrs. Adams?” Nancy asked.
    â€œOh, there’s a nice bequest to Rosemary,” he said. “But the rest, which amounts to several million dollars, was to go to charity.”
    â€œI suppose he left money to the hospital,” Nancy guessed.
    â€œYes. There’s also a large bequest to the hospital’s day-care center and several bequests to smaller organizations and businesses.”
    A sudden idea occurred to Nancy. Leaning forward over the kitchen table, she