Berger wrote the first words; then followed the masked man’s dictation.
“The suicide of Jonathan Graham has left me miserable and unhappy. He was my friend and benefactor. My grief is overwhelming me.
“I do not feel that I can go on. I can work for no other man. The shock has left me helpless. Standing powerless, and watching the man I admired leap to his death, is something that I can never forget.
“When you receive this letter, I shall be gone.”
Stanley Berger awaited further instructions.
“Sign the letter,” said the Red Envoy. “Write two more like it. Sign all of them.”
The young man obeyed, while the man in the crimson mask walked slowly back and forth across the room.
When the task was completed, the Red Envoy stopped beside the table.
“Now address three envelopes,” he said. “One to Harry Vincent exactly like the envelope I opened. Address the others to any two persons whom you know. One of them — both if you wish — should be connected with Jonathan Graham’s office.”
Stanley Berger addressed the envelopes. The Red Envoy applied the stamps carefully; then folded the letters and put them in the envelopes. He pocketed the three messages.