A letter arrived at Bessingham Hall. There was nothing outwardly special about it. The address was typed and the envelope was of a middling quality. It was duly taken to it’s recipient on a silver platter. It was the only letter they received in that day’s post. They opened it as they would have opened any other anticipating no malice in such ordinary correspondence. The shock hit them after they read the contents:
‘YOU HAVE SEEN WHAT I AM CAPAPBLE OF. IF YOU DON’T WANT YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE AFFAIR TO BE MADE PUBLIC I SUGGEST YOU PAY UP IMMEDIATELY!’.
It was brief and menacing, the typeface and the capitalisation adding to the effect. The reader knew what it referred to and the threat was well understood. This was yet another gambit in a running game where the stakes had increased immeasurably. Did they have any control over their next move? Were they destined to lose, one way or the other? Had they not lost enough already?