The forger repeated the words with an inflection that was gloating.
The forger smiled, and there was malignant triumph in his expression.
There was an indescribable menace in the forger's half-uttered threat.
The forger of such a thunderbolt could not remain hid from the eyes of Europe.
All the world has heard of me, from the Havannah to Guajuaqualla, as the poisoner and the forger!
You remember, Watson, that it was near there that we took Archie Stamford, the forger.
No forger brought these cupped stones in his waistcoat pocket.
My theory of the forger is at the opposite pole from the theory of Dr. Munro.
Apparently I must have “coached” the forger, and told him what kinds of things to fake.
His meaning, and that of the forger who here changes his style, are equally inscrutable.