Letter I
My dearest Jean,
I hope this letter finds you and all of the children in good health. I have recently purchased a new set of spectacles and would appreciate your opinion on them. Perhaps I will get your opinion when we next meet for tea, it has been so long since I last saw you. I am writing merely to inform you that I am in good health and have recently started writing a new piece about a recent string of mysterious killings. I shall spare you the details as I know they disturb you, but the fascinating thing about these particular deaths is that the bodies are not being recovered. Some of the policemen claim merely not to be showing them to me, but I have it on good faith from Miles that no bodies have been recovered. I shall need to conduct further investigation to write my piece, but it is certainly fascinating, is it not?
Truly the settings of these killings are fascinating also. At each location herbs have been found scattered on the ground - I believe them to be wormwood and patchouli, although one of the gentlemen from The Daily Telegraph and Courier believes them to be sagewort. I also happen to believe he is a buffoon. His constant leering over me as I was performing successful journalism was an annoyance at best and a hinderance at worst. He had the audacity to ask me whether or not I had dinner plans, to which I declined to respond.
All my love to the children and of course my darling brother.
All my love to you, sister,
Sarah McDonald