Well, good day my dear. I know that I only spoke with you the other day but I thought you’d want to know the latest piece of news. Yes, OK, I will get on with it, but not before pleasantries have been exchanged. I know it irritates you slightly, but I’m a creature of habit and feel we should observe the niceties. There’s nothing wrong in taking a couple of minutes to enquire about the health of friends and family, and to give and receive a few kind words.
Mrs. M is fine – thank you for asking. She talks rather more than I’m used to; however, it’s lovely to have her company and it would be churlish to mention it. After all, we both spend much of our time alone, and so enjoy the chance of a little blether. I don’t think Mrs. M has quite come to terms with the fact that I’m still here each morning, as she always looks a little surprised to see me making a drink or sitting quietly with my Kindle. Yes, I have managed to read quite a lot, which I thoroughly enjoy and my sock is coming along quite nicely. On the other hand, please don’t enquire about Mrs. M’s knitting, as it seems to be in a worse condition now than yesterday. I had managed to unravel it and set her off again in the right direction, but goodness knows how she’s managed to make one side, on circular needles, longer than the other. She’s done it though, so I’m not certain what to do next. I think a mammoth session of frogging is just around the corner – probably later this afternoon.
Oh yes sorry, my dear I had completely forgotten what I was going to tell you. Hold the front page – well no, nothing quite as startling as that, but I do have a little bit of news to impart. Georgie has been in touch with me again – this time, on the phone and in a bit of a tizzy. As you know she has been popping into my flat each day to water the plants and to check whether there has been any post. Well, apart from the usual circulars and catalogues trying to part us from our money, there was another envelope this morning – one that she didn’t like the look of as the address was printed in block capitals.
At that point she rang me to ask what to do so I instructed her to use the paperknife to carefully slit the envelope open and then use the small wooden tongs from the kitchen to lift the paper out. Yes, I know it seems like quite a bit of faffing around, but you never know, there could be fingerprints on the paper, and if so, we don’t want to smudge them. That would be an awful shame as they could help the police considerably in their investigations. I would really like to know who is trying to frighten me – and why.
I’m feeling a little more anxious again. I’m sure you can understand. Georgie managed to open the envelope and took the piece of paper out. There was a note which was similar to the one I received the other day. I don’t know what the point was in sending a second note. Perhaps they are trying to keep the pressure on me! However, Georgie rang Teddy who popped round straightaway to collect it.
Since then I’ve had another call from Georgie to let me know that Teddy was taking the note and envelope back to divisional headquarters. I’ve also received a call from Teddy who told me that Julie, the policewoman has now seen the note and passed it to her Inspector. Teddy had already checked it for fingerprints – no there weren’t any unfortunately, although apparently there was something which couldn’t be identified at the edge of the paper. The interesting thing is that there weren’t any fingerprints on the envelope, apart from those belonging to George. Teddy took a set of Georgie’s prints for elimination purposes. Now that definitely suggests that this note didn’t come through the postal system. There was a stamp on the envelope but it hadn’t been franked. Teddy says that they think that it was hand-delivered this morning, probably around the time the postman delivers the mail.
I am feeling rather upset about this latest development. As I’ve only heard about it a short time ago I’m actually quite mystified as to the reasons behind it. Whether someone thinks that I’ve actually seen something that identifies them I really can’t say. Is this something to do with the death of Gordon and Peter (and his sister), or does this relate to the death of Patricia or something else entirely? I really haven’t a clue, which makes it quite distressing.
At the moment, there aren’t any security cameras in operation at the front entrance to Lavinia Court. There are workmen in the building upgrading the electrics in the common areas, so there are quite a number of strange people wandering around. There are still the “uninvited guests” residing in Gordon and Peter’s apartments as well, so there are many unknown folk currently in the building at one time or another.
I feel that I’m in the safest place just now, well away from Lavinia Court although Mrs. M and I won’t be able to stay here indefinitely. However, we can certainly remain for another week, unless something unexpected comes along which necessitates us changing our plans.
Well my dear this is the up-to-date situation. It’s not the best news in the world, although “worse things happen at sea”. I’m not going to let this spoil our little break, which apart from this envelope and its enclosed note has been most enjoyable up to now. We have decided that we’re quite happy staying in the cabin and taking ourselves down to the water’s edge for short periods. We are still fine for supplies and don’t need to order anything more just yet. We are cooking simple meals and thoroughly enjoying them. We had a lovely roast chicken dinner yesterday and have enough left for a repeat, and we have also made a casserole which will last for two meals. Neither of us eat very much so a small quantity of food goes a long way.
Right my dear, I really must go now if I’m to make any sense of Mrs. M’s knitting. Spare a thought for me while I’m frogging it for the second time and I’m sure it won’t be the last one. I will speak with you again in a couple of days, unless anything else happens before then – and then, in that case I’ll obviously let you know as soon as possible. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx