Dear Susan,
A wonderful thing has happened to me: they are sending me to Trinidad to try to catch Hugo Peters, Roger, and “The Boss”. I'm standing in the Airport while I'm writing this
letter; my plane is leaving in less than an hour. Just think what this could mean, Susan. A really top job - perhaps the top job! My name could be in the papers if everything goes well:
“CARTER CLEANS UP THE
CARIBBEAN!”
Of course, there are one or two problems; I don't know which flight Peters is on, for example, or perhaps he's already arrived in Trinidad I can't find Roger either; his name isn't on the passenger list for my flight. They've just called the flight, so I'll have to stop now. Don't worry about me, dear, I'll be alright. I'll write to you again
from Trinidad.
All my love,
Harry.
