“Please send my wages tonight without fail about eight o’clock. Flour tomorrow. Not 33.”
There was a mystery shrouded in that despatch, and that mystery was never entirely cleared up. It is needless to say that no wages were due to him. “Flour tomorrow” was a blind, and “Not 33” had reference to an address known to the receiver; and there is little doubt that the address was that of a house in South London. Therefore, the natural inference is that the person to whom the message was sent was in collusion with the murderer. But if that was so, he could hardly have been aware that he was living at Stepney, for as soon as he received the telegram he communicated with Scotland Yard, for he could not be indifferent to the danger he himself ran in doing anything that could be construed into an a
