Manchurian Books

Then and there I knew that I would have to get my letter
back from H. Without it he was powerless. The trouble was that
I did not know where he was staying. Even if he came out of a
Cabinet, the Cabinet would have to be somewhere, would it not?
I felt that I would have to meet gile with gile. And to
steal one's own letter is not really stealing. Of course if he
was visiting any one and pretending to be a real person, I had
no chance in the world. But if he was stopping at a hotel I
thought I could manage. The man in the book had had an
apartment, with a Japanese servant, who went away and drew plans
of American Forts in the kitchen and left the woman alone with
the desk containing the Letter. But I daresay that was unusualy
lucky and not the sort of thing to look forward to.
With me, to think is to act. Hannah was out, it being Xmas
and her brother-in-law having a wake, being dead, so I was free
to do anything I wanted to.
First I called the Club and got Carter Brooks on the
telephone.
"Carter," I said, "I--I am writing a letter. Where
is--where does H. stay?"
"Who?"
"H.


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