Cricklewood. All inquiries drew blank. It was the eve of the trial when Mr Mayherne received the letter which was to lead his thoughts in an entirely new direction. It came by the six o’clock post. An illiterate scrawl, written on common paper and enclosed in a dirty envelope with the stamp stuck on crooked. Mr Mayherne read it through once or twice before he grasped its meaning. Dear Mister Youre the lawyer chap wot acks for the young feller. if you want that painted foreign hussy showd up for wot she is an her pack of lies you come to 16 Shaw’s Rents Stepney tonight. It ul cawst you 2
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