Dec 17: "An unsigned letter," from Winter Winks 221.
Dear sir,
You know who I am. You know me very well, by now. And you must have always known that the only reason I kept up the pretence of corresponding about academic matters was in case someone intercepted our letters. We need not burden the postal system any longer. I trust you will find this letter in a most convenient location.
There is no turning back. Yet, I am prepared, and so are you, I'm sure. It is fortunate that our paths crossed, don't you agree? It takes art to have held a duel of this scale entirely in the shadows. I cannot say I did not enjoy facing such a worthy opponent - an equal, I dare say, and this is despite one of us having what he thought was the advantage of numbers. I think I understand, now, the thrill of seeing the dark horse gain the lead, of hunting game that is capable of hunting you.
But as we both know, one of us must fall. A tie would be no way to end this match.
We shall meet in earnest, at last.
