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?