lie himself?

    ‘ told her. ”he’s gone.“

    I returned to my room, t tory. It . teresting turn of events. It left me t t curious abbreviation: ldd. But ticed? I  I iced. today Miss inter had said I.

    In my room, on a tray next to the ham sandwiches, I found a large brown envelope.

    Mr. Lomax, tor, o my letter by return of post. Attaco  kindly note ract,  aside, a letter of recommendation from a Lady Blake in Naples, ively of er’s gifts, and, most interesting of all, a letter accepting t, ten by the miracle worker herself.

    Dear Dr. Maudsley,to me.

    I so take up t at Angelfield on t.

    I  trains run only to Banbury. Per make my o Angelfield from t Banbury Station at  ten.

    Yours sincerely, er Barrourdy capitals, consistency in t of tters, a sense of smoote loops of tter size s. No elaborate curls, flounces or flourisy of tion t governed eacter. It was a good, clean  was er herself, made word.

    In top right-hand corner was an address in London.

    Good, I t. I can find you now.

    I reacranscription, e a letter to t Fat er: I o introduce myself, for less be unaoucly on tter of to justify my claim on ime; I o enumerate everyt er: Naples, London, Angelfield. But t of my letter was simple: Find her.