Apr 12, 2008 22:35
I am really not sure of this whole HTML vs. Rich Text thing, so this is another little experiment, and I'm afraid Edith's handwriting has changed.
It is a continuation of the first Gazebo in the Maze letter.
Dearest Victoria,
Really, I must tell you of the conclusion of our latest endeavor. Do you remember that nice young man I mentioned in my previous? Another handsome young man joined him in the chamber beneath the gazebo in the maze. Emory thinks I was unaware that the first young man had been put away there, but, Victoria, you must always allow men their little illusions. Emory is a might peeved with me at the moment, but I must say he was more in error throughout this last endeavor than I. Your uncle Emory has always been the hurried sort, and, though I love the man, this is one vice I have never been able to cure him of. You may take this last endeavor as an example. As you know, interrogation has never been one of Emory's skills. It is an art that takes much patience which, as I say, the dear man lacks. One does not rush through an interrogation like a speeding train. Of course, I came to Emory's aid, but, as usual, Emory had to interfere and rush the process along. I do wish he would leave some matters to those better suited for them.
Of course the young men attempted to take us in to custody, but escaping from the authorities was, as always, a simple matter for me. Emory will likely soon forget his peevishness as he well knows that had I not been with him he would still be languishing in some decrepit cell, likely catching cold. We will be back on our feet in no time until the next little plan of Emory's has gone awry, and I shall have to extricate him from whatever trouble he has gotten himself into as usual. Such is the life of a faithful wife. The most exiting incident in this little affair occurred when the young men strapped me upon the rack. They meant well, but they really did not tighten my bonds nearly enough. Still, Emory seldom indulges me with such exercises, and it was good to know I still have the talent of extricating myself from such circumstances. I hesitate to write more as Emory is concerned that our post may be intercepted, but the next time we visit I will be able to give you all the little details.
Fondest Regards,
Edith
man from uncle,
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