“Wilberforce,—
“I take my pen in hand to tell you that I can never be yours. You will no doubt be surprised to hear that I love another and a better man, so that it can never be. He loves me, and he is a better man than you.
“Hoping this finds you in the pink as it leaves me at present,
“Yours faithfully,
“Florence Burns.”
“I told her to keep it snappy,” said Ukridge.
“Well, she’s certainly done it,” I replied, handing back the letter. “I’m sorry. From the little I saw of her, I thought her a nice girl—for Billson. Do you happen to know the other man’s address? Because it would be a kindly act to send him a post card advising him to leave England for a year or two.”
“The Shoreditch Empire will find him this week.”
“What!”
“The other man is Tod Bingham.”