Digital primer

The second letter was to a
prominent confectioner and caterer in Boston, ordering enough ice cream,
sherbet, frozen pudding, and assorted cake for a party of fifty persons,
and fifty grab-bag presents; all to reach Eastborough Centre in good
order on Monday night on the five minutes past six express from Boston.
The third letter was to Ernst. It was short and to the point. "The
pseudonym is--." And he left a blank space for the name. Then he signed
his own. He glanced over his writing table and saw the three poems that
Alice had given him to read. He added a postscript to his letter to
Ernst. It read as follows:
"I enclose three poems written by the same person who
wrote the stories. Tell me what you think of them, and if
you can place them anywhere do so, and this shall be your
warrant therefor. Q.A.S."
When his mail was in readiness he went downstairs to the parlor, taking
a pen and bottle of ink with him, and saying to himself, "That pseudonym
shall not be written in pencil."
"I am in a state of hopeless indecision," remarked Alice.


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