The Conrad Letters

When English cad Conrad Wilkinson leaves friends, family, and fiance for a jaunt in New York City, the world sees only a playboy jumping the pond. But when the festering secrets of a sleepy English village and the glittering knife-edge of a major metropolis collide, more than one man's life may hang in the balance...

Wednesday

Sept. 1911 (Laura to Marjorie)

Addressed to Marjorie Wells
Wilkshire-on-the-Bog
Shropshire
England

Listen Tootsie--

This man of yours, Conrad-- some men just can't be trusted, and I don't mean in that lipstick-on-the-collar, hair-on-the-shirt sort of way because most modern girls know how to deal with that sort of thing, though from your letter to him I'm not sure that you're one of them. All I'm saying is that I saw our man Connie having brandies on several separate occasions with some "businessmen" on the squash deck during our crossing-- and let's just say that these aren't the kind of gentlemen you'd bring home to tea. So what I'm saying to you is just lay things off for awhile-- play it cool. I just don't want to see anyone get hurt.

Regards,
Laura Dawson