fancy filth in you will
pour out like sewers like
rot like ruin. I promise
there will never be any
Happy New Year for you!
This is the last warning.
Be killing you New Years.
Guess Who
Lennox closed the folder. There was no need to re-read the earlier letters. He remembered them and they were more revolting, if less specifically threatening. He took a deep breath, then went to the corner sink behind a screen and washed his hands. He had been carried down into the sewers of a sick mind. It was not a new experience, but Lennox could never accustom himself to it. Grabinett came back into the office.
"Well, Napoleon? How about that one?"