“Tuesday evening, September 3rd. 1937.
Dear Martha—I am always glad to get your letters and know the kids are well. I am all right, too. I don't write more often, because there is no news to tell. As I expected I shall be coming home again on Friday, the sixth, for the usual five days. I don't know the exact time, of course, but expect it will be pretty late as usual. I shall try and bring some more cockles, but I have learnt the tip is to soak them in salt water to make them throw out that sand.—
Your loving husband,
Tom.”
He leant back in his chair. “Now what could be more conclusive than that. First—he gives no address and the omission is undoubtedly intentional, for he is a methodical man, as is shown by his not only mentioning the day on which he is writing, but also adding the da
