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From N. Marinetti to J. L. Venezetti, Poste Restante, Wagon-Lits-Cook, Milano.

Milano,

April 9.

Dear Sir,

Further to our telephone conversation of yesterday, I enclose details of the past three months transactions and trust that this meets with your approval.

Yours faithfully,

N. Marinetti.

From J. L. Venezetti to N. Marinetti, Poste Restante, American Express, Milano.

Milano,

April II.

Dear Sir,

Thank you for your letter and enclosure. I had expected only the details for the current month. The remaining material is, however, of value. I therefore enclose five thousand-lire notes instead of three as arranged in consideration of the extra material supplied. I also enclose the specifications and form of tender handed to me by Commendatore B. and trust that this business will go well. I look forward to your further communications.

Yours faithfully,

J. L. Venezetti.

From N. Marinetti to J. L. Venezetti, Poste Restante, Wagon-Lits-Cook, Milano.

Milano,

April 12.

Dear Sir,

Your letter and enclosures safely received. I shall be writing to you again in three weeks time. With thanks.

Yours faithfully,

N. Marinetti.

From myself to Claire.

Hotel Parigi,

April 11.

Darling,

Im afraid that Im turning out a very bad correspondent, after all. Its at least a week since I wrote to you, and to make it worse I had your letter this morning. It made me feel very guilty. But the fact is, my sweet, that I had a bit of an accident a day or so ago. Nothing serious. A few bruises only. But I had to spend a day in bed; and with the way things are at the office that has meant that Ive had the devils own job catching up with the work that has accumulated. Ive also had to waste to-day going to Cremona to see some people about a complaint-an additional complication. All of which is by way of being not only an apologia, but also a delicate preamble to what I really have to say.

Do you remember, darling, that when we discussed my taking this job originally, we decided that it should be a sort of stop-gap, something to tide over an awkward period? It was, we told each other, only for a little while, a few months at most, just until things got better in England.

Although its only a few weeks back that we said it all, it seems like years ago to me; and, just as if it were, indeed, years ago, I can look at the whole thing without too much prejudice. I cant help wondering, my sweet, just how much we thought we were deceiving ourselves. Although neither of us said as much, I fancy that we were both afraid of facing the simple truth that, barring miracles, there was not a ghost of a chance of my being able to come home in anything like the near future-without going back to the point at which I started when Barnton Heath closed down on me.

So what? Simply this, darling. I have decided to come and take my chance again. I fancy that it was a little unwise of me to take on this job at all; but that is beside the point. You will probably be thinking that this decision is merely the result of a natural home-sickness and love-sickness plus the usual misery of a brand-new job. I wish it were; but Im afraid it isnt. I dont think Im a particularly chicken-hearted sort of person and Ive had enough experience to know that the depression that is liable to develop over a new job in strange surroundings and away from old friends is transitory. But this, as I say, is different. It may be that Im not cut out to be a business man, that I should have stayed in works where I belong; but even if that is true (and I think it is) it doesnt account for everything. If I were the smartest business man in Europe, I fancy that I should still be making the same decision.

You must be wondering what on earth all this rambling is about, why, after the optimistic note of my second letter (Id just sacked Serafina and was feeling very competent), Ive changed my tune so suddenly. Ill try to be a little more explicit, darling, but youll have to take my word for a lot. The truth is that there are things about this job which I didnt know of when I took it, things that Pelcher and Fitch didnt and still dont know, things that, in the few days that I have been here, have landed me in about as absurd a position as you could imagine. I dont think that I have acted with any less gumption or with any more spirit than any other man in my place would have acted. Nevertheless, the situation is intolerable. I have made my decision in cold blood, and after weighing everything very carefully, I have no conscience about Spartacus. I am in the process of securing a contract for them which will more than repay them for any inconvenience I may cause them.

I have decided to send in my resignation at the end of next month. Why wait? Well, there are some things I have to attend to here which I anticipate will take me some few weeks to dispose of. To be as frank as I dare, my love, I have committed myself to doing something rather foolish, something that, in the ordinary way, I should not have dreamed of doing; but something that in this madhouse we call Europe seems to contain for me at the moment the elements of a crude poetic justice. I must finish what I have begun. Curiously enough, I think your father would sympathise. Do you remember what he was saying that night, so long ago, when we ate at a Chinese restaurant, saw a film afterwards, and then went home? He was waiting for us with a whisky decanter and all the discretion in the world.

I feel sure that all this mystery will irritate you exceedingly. Believe me, I dont want to be mysterious. If you were here, I should dearly love to tell you all about it. To have to write this incoherent balderdash pleases me not at all. But I knew that you would be making arrangements to spend your holiday here and thought I had better break the news now. You dont know, dear, how much I am looking forward to being with you again. All my love, sweet, and dont be too cross with me.

Nicky.

Im glad to hear that the work is going so well. You professional people dont know how well off you are. Or do you?

From myself to Alfred Pelcher, Esq.

Via San Giulio, 14, Milano,

April 16.

Dear Mr. Pelcher,

Thank you very much indeed for your letter on the subject of Bellinetti. I quite understand the circumstances and have endeavoured to reorganise the work of the office to suit them.

I have delayed replying to your letter until now as I have been hoping to have something of special interest to report to you. Events have now made that possible, and I am very pleased to be able to tell you that I have secured, in direct competition with our German rivals, an order from the Ordnance Department here for thirty-eight S2 machines of the standard type with minor modifications.

The price at which the order has been secured is 843,000 lire, and although two per cent. of that amount will be offset by an allocation from the special appropriation, the price per machine will still, I think you will find, be higher than any we have been able to obtain previously. Officially, this fact will be accounted for by the modifications. Actually, these modifications are purely nominal in character. Delivery is required within six months.

I am, however, sending full details through to Mr. Fitch in the ordinary way. I thought I would take this opportunity of giving you the news.

Yours sincerely,

Nicholas Marlow.

From Claire to myself.

London,

April 14.

Nicky darling,

I read your letter in the bus this morning and Im dashing off this reply in the hospitals time, so its going to be shorter than I should like it to be.

Let me say at once, my dear, that never did it occur to me that this Spartacus job was anything more than a postponement of the evil day. But I thought, and still do think, that you were wise to take it. I think that the Barnton Heath mess was a bigger shock to you than you realised yourself. You both under- and over-estimated yourself and started off on the wrong foot to retrieve the situation. I fancy that I may have had something to do with that. I was too anxious to keep your spirits up. You should have begun by worrying yourself sick and ended by not caring a damn. In fact, you began by worrying a little and ended by worrying far too much. Father uttered a mild truth on the subject. Your young man, he said. Thats the way he always refers to you. Your young man ought to get a Government job. Hes a technician pure and simple and out of his element in an acquisitive society. It makes you sound a little flimsy, my pet, but its not so wide of the mark. Incidentally, its one of the reasons why I approve of you.

But that has very little to do with your letter. To be honest with you, darling, Im a little worried. Not, I hasten to say, by your decision about Spartacus. I have enormous faith in your judgment and good sense. If you feel that you would be better out of Spartacus, then get out of it with all speed. But as for the rest of it; Im not going to pretend that I even begin to understand what youre driving at. Mysterious is a mild word for it. I can quite easily remember what father talked about when we arrived home after we had agreed to make honest folk of one another. Easily, because your replies to the poor dear were so stupid that he asked me at breakfast next morning whether we proposed to get married before or after you had been psychoanalysed. I cant, Im afraid, see what possible connection there could be between the Rome-Berlin axis and machine tools, but Im quite prepared to make allowances for a little mystery. I seem to remember doing a little research for you into the surface tension of gum. You probably have that in mind.

No! what worries me, Nicky, is what you decided to omit from your letter. With you, my love, I never attempt to read between the lines. But I do sometimes read under the lines. You have a habit of crossing out words you dont like and writing over them the words you do like. Your crossing out is very inefficient on the whole and usually, by holding the paper up to the light, I can read the rejected words. So that when I read you have committed yourself to doing something foolish and find that the word has been put in to replace a scratched out dangerous, you can understand how I feel.

It is true that dangerous might have been the wrong word, but it couldnt have been so hopelessly wide of the mark or you wouldnt have put it down at all. Besides, taken in conjunction with the rest of your letter (what, by the way, was that bit of an accident you were so airy about?) it seems to me that it may very well have been the right word, but that you were anxious not to alarm me.

I dont want to be silly and hysterical about it, but whatever it is youre doing, Nicky, do take care. Not that Im such a fool as to think you wont take care. It seems to me that feminine exhortations of that sort must always be rather irritating. But do take care. And, since you have decided to leave, come back to me as quickly as possible. Must you wait for so long before resigning? I suppose youll have to give a months notice, and that means that you wont be home until the end of June. Quite apart from the fact that its very lonely here without you, I am consumed with curiosity. Write to me again very soon.

My love to you, darling, and bless you.

Claire.

I had an idea that most poetic justice was pretty crude.

From Alfred Pelcher, Esq., to myself.

Wolverhampton,

April 19.

Dear Mr. Marlow,

Congratulations! Its a fine piece of news and, as you say, the price is quite the best we have been able to get so far. Mr. Fitch, who asks me to add his felicitations to mine, tells me that, according to the specifications you have forwarded to him, the total cost of modifications will add about thirty shillings to the works cost of each machine. Your own personal estimate probably told you that. It is, I must say, a most ingenious arrangement.

Mr. Fitch will be writing to you concerning the way in which the financial details are to be handled and other matters, but I thought that I should like to send you this personal word of congratulation. It is a splendid start. Now we must see if we cannot repeat the dose. What do you say?

Yours sincerely,

Alfred Pelcher.

From Maggiore Generale J. L. Vagas to myself.

Corso Di Porta Nuova,

Milano,

April 20.

My dear Mr. Marlow,

I am anxious to have a chat with you on a matter of some importance. I should be pleased if you could spare time to dine with me at my house to-morrow. Shall we say at eight oclock? Perhaps you would be good enough to telephone me if you are unable to come.

With kindest regards,

Yours sincerely,

J. L. Vagas.

From myself to Maggiore Generale J. L. Vagas. By hand.

Hotel Parigi,

Milano,

April 21.

My dear General,

I am afraid that I cannot dine with you to-morrow. May I remind you of our conversation on the subject of future communications between us?

Yours very truly,

Nicholas Marlow.

From J. L. Venezetti to N. Marinetti, Poste Restante, American Express, Milano.

MILANO,

April 21.

Dear Sir,

I should not have requested an interview unless the matter were of vital importance. It is imperative that I see you at once. Will you please let me know by return of post when and where I can meet you. I leave the time and the place to your selection.

Yours faithfully,

J. L. Venezetti.

From N. Marinetti to J. L. Venezetti, Poste Restante, Wagon-Lits-Cook, Milano.

Milano,

April 22.

Dear Sir,

I shall be driving a dark-blue Fiat limousine at about 35 km. per hour along the Milan-Varese autostrada at about 10.45 on Sunday night. I shall stop only for a car drawn up at the side of the road facing Varese and about 25 km. from Milan and showing two rear lights close together.

Yours faithfully,

N. Marinetti.