Lady Justice
In Care of Brittle & Sons, Printers
London
My dearest lady,
I write with unhappy news: Sea Hawk has quit the Club. Thus our numbers are once more diminished. We are now a sorry small lot-only three. If you could see your way to resting your campaign against our poor little band of companions, I would nevertheless eternally count you the most worthy adversary and continue to sing your praises to all.
I admit, however, that should you do so, I shall regret the loss of you.
Yours &c.
Peregrine
Secretary, The Falcon Club
To Peregrine:
Your cajoling fails to touch me. I will not rest. Be you three, two, or only one, I will find you and reveal you to public scrutiny. Take care, Mr. Secretary. Your day of reckoning will soon be at hand.
– Lady Justice
P.S. Thank you for the salted herring. You ought to have commenced with that. I simply adore salted herring. You cretin.