CHAPTER XVIA Cracksman’s Letter
Sep 4—1942
Deer Titus:
Itll probly sirprise you 2 get this here now kite I’m sending you, speshully when you case the phony moniker Job Huston on the returrn corner of the envlope, but Im in a goddam queer spot, and I gona have one square shooter I can be cert wont run out on me or lam with some dough that I may need for fall money to pluck me out of a ratinfeckted Yuropeen dunjun. So youre selekted Titus old kid.
That is, if this here kite, what Ill be sending by rejistered male, aint returned to me here in this high-class flop where Im kipping as Job Huston, nor what Ill be sending along with the kite under seprit cuvver. But you told me when last we parted there in Montreal that this dice hustler Im to send anything care of is a right guy and one hund
