Celia chewed her lip. "All right," she said. "It doesn't matter, I
suppose--compared with the other." She tapped one of the instruments.
"The set's called a duplicator. This one's around sixty years old.
They're classified as a forgery device, and it's decidedly illegal for a
private person to build one, own one, or use one."
"Why that?"
"Because forgery is ordinarily all they're good for. Frank was one of
the best of the boys in that line before he found he'd been put on an
outtransfer list."