I have made many; and
perhaps you have followed some of them, on Broadway. Perhaps you
have seen a play of mine announced for early production in London.
There was mention of it in the program at the Palace. That was the
business which kept me in England. The project has been abandoned
now and I am free to go back home.
Thus you see that when you granted me the privilege of those seven
letters you played into my hands. So, said I, she longs for mystery
and romance. Then, by the Lord Harry, she shall have them!
And it was the tramp of Captain Fraser-Freer's boots above my head
that showed me the way. A fine, stalwart, cordial fellow--the
captain--who has been very kind to me since I presented my letter
of introduction from his cousin, Archibald Enwright. Poor Archie!
A meek, correct little soul, who would be horrified beyond
expression if he knew that of him I had made a spy and a frequenter
of Limehouse!
The dim beginnings of the plot were in my mind when I wrote that
first letter, suggesting that all was not regular in the matter of
Archie's note of introduction. Before I wrote my second, I knew
that nothing but the death of Fraser-Freer would do me. I recalled
that Indian knife I had seen upon his desk, and from that moment he
was doomed. At that time I had no idea how I should solve the
mystery.
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