Don’t give it away to any magazine, or anybody else, that I am
there. I will be in retirement and working for you as long as
may be necessary. My mail will be sent here as it has been, and
forwarded there. My family will remain here during the Summer. They
seem to like the idea of my returning to N. Y., although I have
been reasonably kind to them.
Now, listen.
You know how much “front” counts. I’m not afraid of N. Y. police
or editors: but if I arrive there in a linen suit, pith helmet and
tennis shoes what would Big Bill Edwards do to me but shovel me
into a cart and dump me into East River?
So get busy with your telegraph blanks. Send me $750 _by wire_ when
you get this and I’ll strike N. Y. Thursday at the latest. I’ve got
to have some margin, and you’ll get my exclusive services thereby.
Take another chance. You can’t lose.