Handwriting, and punctuation, and the phrases he used — and Kieran had never suspected at all, at least not when he was talking to Miss Binns. Sure, she had a little more information than he did, but he still felt a little silly about it, like it was something he should have noticed, given his job as an investigative reporter. It wasn't her fault, though — he hadn't known what to look for, and he could understand why she was concerned enough to change her handwriting.
"Oh," Kieran said, because the M in her journal was similar enough to the M on his letters that he could spot it right away. "Truth be told, I had a — feeling, that M might be Forfang. But I wasn't sure, and since M talked about him like he was someone else..." He had dismissed it, at least partially. Kieran smiled wryly at her.
This put him in a weird spot, and one he was trying not to think about — Pengloss still wanted to know who Forfang was. Kieran had no intention of publishing her identity, obviously, especially given how he'd learned it — but. This probably meant he was going to have to publish something false about Forfang, sooner or later.
"Oh," Kieran said, because the M in her journal was similar enough to the M on his letters that he could spot it right away. "Truth be told, I had a — feeling, that M might be Forfang. But I wasn't sure, and since M talked about him like he was someone else..." He had dismissed it, at least partially. Kieran smiled wryly at her.
This put him in a weird spot, and one he was trying not to think about — Pengloss still wanted to know who Forfang was. Kieran had no intention of publishing her identity, obviously, especially given how he'd learned it — but. This probably meant he was going to have to publish something false about Forfang, sooner or later.