“Read it,” Peter Winn commanded, without opening his eyes.
The secretary cleared his throat.
“It is dated July seventeenth, but is without address. Postmark San Francisco. It is also quite illiterate. The spelling is atrocious. Here it is:
“Mr. Peter Winn, SIR: I send you respectfully by express a pigeon worth good money. She's a loo-loo—”
“What is a loo-loo?” Peter Winn interrupted.
The secretary tittered.
“I'm sure I don't know, except that it must be a superlative of some sort. The letter continues:
“Please freight it with a couple of thousand-dollar bills and let it go. If you do I wont never annoy you no more. If you dont you will be sorry.
“That is all. It is unsigned. I thought it would amuse you.”
“Has the pigeon come?” Peter Winn demanded.