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 9, 1911 (Mr. Five to Frank)

From the Desk of Mr. Five

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

Dear Frank,

I was very pleased to hear the report of your outing with the Target. It sounds as though everything went off without a hitch. Please don't concern yourself about my agitation - I assure you ti will not get the best of me. (Indeed, it will not get any more of me than it has already, if I judge myself rightly.) As to what you can do . . . more of the same, for now. Keep your eyes open and play your cards close to the belt.

With regard to Mme 4, tread carefully there as well. There is a great deal to that story that you do not know, and you must be sure to take no drastic action at this time. I cannot say much more through this particular medium, but please remember that though I am a shadow beside you both, there are other shadows too.

Speaking of, and to tie our topics of conversation together, I would like to emphasize that there are various matters that we must keep in confidence between ourselves - for example, any personal revenge I may have an interest in at some future time, and also the source of a certain lady's current fetching suntan. I know you are the sort of man who guards his secrets well. That is why I asked for you. We must have confidence in each other, Frank.

I look forward to brunch.

Mr. Five