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...

Saturday

November 8, 1911 (Frank to Mr. Five)

To: Mr. Five
An undisclosed location
To be delivered by hand

From: The Gentleman of Room 816
The Wistoria
New York, NY

Sir,

I must admit your last letter alarmed me not a little. I hope it was written in a moment of frustration and that you have since calmed down and reasoned with yourself. It is always best not to engage one's emotions in such a business. But of course you know that. I don't mean to preach, sir, but I am a bit concerned. Let me know if there's anything I can do. I'm happy to oblige.

I was so glad to hear your little piece of intelligence about Mme. Four. I had heard no reports of how it went over. The truth is that she has been hounding me lately, pressing me for information about you. But I am dealing with the situation.

But now on to my main piece of news. I finally renewed my acquaintance yesterday with the target. I showed him around Wall Street. He was very impressed by the Stock Exchange and covered his ears when we first went in due to all the shouting. Of course he wanted to buy some stocks in some sort of touristic curiosity, and he spent three dollars on ten shares of some new company called AT&T. I took him out to lunch and we played bridge in the afternoon.

He has a new love interest, about whom I discretely tried to find out as much as I could. This was not difficult as the target is prone to bragging. I don't think she will be a problem. She might even help things along; she's Polish. Her parents are, of course, quite wealthy Poles, but I've observed the police in this country don't seem to make that kind of distinction. I believe her name is Annya.

Oh yes- and everything is properly planted. I made up some story about an old flame and a box of letters she shouldn't see. We're perfectly safe- no gentleman reads another chap's old love letters.

You can begin taking the next steps as soon as you like.

Do let me know if there's anything else I can do for you. Let me treat you to brunch on Wednesday. I'd like to discuss that little favor I mentioned before.

Your servant, etc.

Frank