In the early phases of my psychic investigations, I received letters from trolls and cranks as well as from a few people with a genuine interest in the supernatural. Thankfully, they have become fewer as my investigative work is now largely under the aegis of HM Secret Services. However, the recent events connected with the finding of the Ely Abbey Treasure has set me under public scrutiny once more. This is reflected in the number of begging letters, cranky notes and abusive missives that now overflow from bags destined to the paper recycling plant.
Luckily, my wife, Alice, acts as my assistant and sorts the correspondence, eliminating the dross and creating a small in-tray of those worthy of attention. I trust her implicitly with this task. Occasionally it happens that I’m urged by her
