Old man, you performed gorgeously. You would make a good highwayman. Yes, sir, for the sake of your character (& mine), I will be very mum to those people.

I am mighty sorry the rheumatism has got you, & its brother-in law (lumbago) me. But when you come, I will fix you all right. My barber has invented a beverage, one pint of which will unfailingly kill or cure the rheumatic subject; & as it is to be taken within the compass of a week, there is no foolish suspense about it. I began yesterday morning—Tues Wednesday. Next Wednesday evening you can learn the result from me or the remains.

With many thanks for that valued service of yours, I am