I am puzzled by several letters I have received from you.
Apparently you are under the impression that I am organising
something for you, or at least that someone in this flat
is. I assure you that there is no one called Mr Orton
living here. I am a widow and dwell alone.
You state that catalogues are expensive. I have no doubt
that they are, but what, may I ask, has that to do with
me. You surely cannot imagine that I have stolen your
cata-logue. And as for selling anything which your firm
makes ... Please believe me if I arrived at the New Acol
Bridge Club with a catalogue under my arm and explained
to my friends that all goods were at cash prices, yet
payable by small weekly instalments, why I think they
would laugh at me.
Will you please stop sending letters to me, or I shall
seriously have to consider putting the affair into the
hands of my solicitor.
Edna Welthorpe. (Mrs)