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Happy ending?

No visits, no questions, no problems! And I will be able to feel myself relaxed, never ever change my identity again… Greece is going to be perfect.

Oh! But…the police! No! Again! I knew it! Are they going to arrest me?

The last will

Well, now I can call Mr. Greenleaf and tell him I have found something when packaging Dickie’s pertinences. Do not open it until June (only do it if you have no news about me). It sounds impeccable. I’m going to be rich!!!!!

Waiting for a leaving

Couldn’t I read relaxed? Wasn’t she leaving? And now the rings…They all could have suspected something… but no. It seems that this point has reinforced the idea of suicide, so that’s perfect! Now I only need them to come back home.

Mr. Greenleaf in Venice

Mr. Greenleaf seemed too worried when he called me yesterday; the police think Dickie is dead by suicide, and that is good. But this is why he is here now! And that private detective… I ought to avoid him and his questions: what if Dickie isn’t dead, but hidden?

Unexpected visit

Oh no! Marge again!... God, I cannot stand it. What about the house? She is asking too much and looks suspicious about it, of course. Well, I can say I have decided to spend all my money, so this is what I’m going to tell; at least, it’s not exactly false. If he knew about Dickie’s will… I definitely hate her!!!
And I don’t want to go to that stupid party tomorrow… this is what happens when you have been Dickie’s friend…

Marge's letter

Munich, 3 March 19-- Dear Tom: Thanks for your letter. It was very kind of you. I’ve answered the police in writing, and one came up to see me. I won’t be coming by Venice, but thanks for your invitation. I am going to Rome day after tomorrow to meet Dickie’s father, who is flying over. It was a good idea for you to write to him. I have come down with fever; literally enable to get out of bed for four days. I did want to say I don’t agree with you at all that Dickie might have committed suicide. He just isn’t the type. He might have been murdered in some back alley of Naples, or even in Rome., because who knows whether he got up to Rome or not after he left Sicily? I can also imagine him running out on obligations to such an extent that he’d be hiding now. I think that’s what he’s doing. I’m glad you think the forgeries are a mistake. Of the bank, I mean. So do I. Dickie has changed so much since November, it could easily have changed his handwriting, too. Nice to know your address finally. Thanks again for your letter, your advice, and invitations. Best, Marge

I think I’m also going to write to aunt Dottie…Nobody knows…what if she sends me some money?