Last time on Miss Fisher's Murder mysteries:

"Jack, so good to see you, this is Miss Sanderson but I take it you two know each other already?" Phryne said a little amused and a little puzzled. Jack looked like a fish out of water as he stood there trying to make sense of the fact that these particular two women was in the same room.

"I yes of course this is Rosie eh" Jack paused slightly

"Sanderson" Rosie interjected on his behalf

"Yes... My wife, I mean ex-wife."

Revelations - part one

"Really?" Miss Fisher exclaimed

"Then why are you here and not at the police station? I'm sure Jack – Inspector Robinson, would be perfectly able to help you with your delicate problem"

Jack, recovering slightly from the shock of seeing his former wife in the company of Miss Fisher, paid notice to the words "delicate" and "problem". Taking a step further into the room and thereby closer to the inhabitants, he looked worried at Rosie who seemed not too pleased with his presence.

"Are you in any trouble?" he asked of her.

Rosie really didn't fancy telling Jack, hence her showing up at Miss Fishers door and not his. So she went with the attempt known as; Distraction, to try and buy her some time.

"Jack I though you would be down at the station at this time of the day, but perhaps you have an urgent case to discuss with Miss Fisher?" Rosie uttered sweetly.

"Nothing that can't wait" Jack answered vaguely.

Miss Fisher gestured to him to take the seat next to Rosie on the couch and Mr. Butler arrived to ask the Inspector if he wished any refreshment. After a polite "No thank you" from Jack, Mr. Butler returned to the kitchen to read a fascinating article about dog racing - the new big thing*. It detailed the short history of dog racing since its beginning in 1927 and had some exclusive interviews from the more successful breeders.

"So" Jack continued "You were saying?"

Rosie pulled the second card: Playing dumb with a pinch of flattery.

"It's really nothing Jack. That's why I didn't came to see you at the station, I know how busy you are with all the high profile cases and I didn't want to trouble you with this minor trifle" she said.

"I have the time" he said matter of factly.

As Rosie went for a diversion in the lines of "I forgot something on the stove, got to go!" Miss Fisher broke in.

"Not that it isn't fascinating seeing you too… conversing if one can describe it as such, I find myself more and more intrigued and eager to hear what you so expertly are trying to hide from the Inspector" she stated.

Rosie looked hesitating at Miss Fisher and then on to Jack.

"I'll properly end up spilling it all to the Inspector anyway, so why don't you just get it over and done with, it can't be that bad" Phryne said with a little smile, trying to coax it out of her.

"It's not that it's bad per say" Rosie continued after a short pause "It's just that I know Jack will think that it is stupid and a waste of my or anyone else's time… And he wouldn't be the first one" she added.

Phryne and Jack looked interesting at her and kept quiet, in hope that she would continue on her own.

"It's…. I…. Myself and some other women have received some… letters for a while now. In the beginning I just disregarded them without thinking or telling anybody, but lately more have come and the tone has shifted a bit. I recently found out that I'm not the only one receiving these letters"

"Do you have a copy of one of these letters with you Miss Sanderson?" Phryne asked.

"I…Yes, yes of course" Rosie dug though her handbag and came up with two letters and handed Phryne and Jack one each.

"It's properly nothing, but I have heard the most awful stories from some of my friends and family who also have received letters of a… similar context"

Phryne and Jack had opened their letters and where now in the process of reading though them however the Inspector hadn't gone on long before he exclaimed:

"What utter nonsense. Rosie you can't possible take any of this seriously. Whoever sent you these letters is clearly just out to make a laugh out of the people idiotic enough to take them seriously!"

"That's what I was thinking at first to Jack! But then the letters started changing and demanding people to do particular things or they would suffer horrible" she took out a new letter from her handbag and passed it on to Jack.

"What does it say Jack?" Phryne asked.

As Jack was about to read the letter out loud, the telephone rang in the foyer, startling them all a little. Mr. Butler was quick to answer it and joined them in the parlor after a "Just a moment Hugh" to the person on the telephone.

"Inspector, Constable Collins is on the telephone for you. He says it's urgent"

Almost swearing Jack rose and went to answer the call from Hugh.

* According to the first modern greyhound racing occurred in Australia on the 18 of May 1927. The first one in England was the year before. In the 30's and on to the 50's Capuchin monkeys were trained to ride racing dogs for sport over a short course that sometimes included hurdles and water jumps.

I normally response to reviews via PM but when I can't I will write it here at the end of the following chapter. So lots of thanks to 'Guest', Peanutss, Winonymous, Karen and RuthieG for reviewing the first chapter!

Winonymous: Thank you! Me to XD Nah kidding, I have a pretty good idea where it's heading and it will move further away from canon in time. Duly noted and I have changed the paragraphs so it's more readable ;) Thank you again, I defiantly want to try updating faster do to you and the others reviews.

Karen: I know, but it was a case of getting myself together to the point of even uploading a new story, and I went for it. You will properly be glad though to hear that I now have a beta on it . Thanks, great to know the concept is working so far. I have thought about it, but I'm afraid of mixing the two together in a way that is disrupting – I will consider it again though.

Peanutss: Thank you!

Guest: Glad to hear it! Hope you will like the new chapter Me to!