You are to be congratulated on provoking the crisis that brought this end about. The Chief had told me you would do something of the sort – that while you were not quite Sherlock Holmes, you were nothing if not dogged. I believe I am also indebted to your dear lady wife and a certain Miss Lawson, a type-writer by profession.
As for Lieutenant Colonel Shepherd, he is pretty well patched up and out of Baghdad. He took it all like a sportsman, I must say, but of course he should have let on about the jewels even if they were fake. The fellow is what is called a lone wolf; he is also incorrigible. Of his present whereabouts I have absolutely no idea, and would rather like to keep it like that.
Good luck to you, Captain Stringer,
Peter Manners.
I pocketed the card, and the train and I and the world raced on into the night.