9 Jan 1871
Leslie Gallant Jr.
55 West Fourteenth St
New York City, New York
United States of America
Dear Les,
Where to begin? I know that you are a busy with many endeavors, but I was surprised to learn that both you and Obediah could very well have been in the same building as I was and we didn't have the opportunity to chat. It made the circumstances of Dr. Wilson's sudden departure that much more strange. Actually Les, without so much as a hello goodbye from either you or Wilson had me suspecting the worst. I am beginning to piece together what is really going on from events that are occurring here.
But any disappointment that I feel at not seeing you would be put aside if you would forward the enclosed letter to Dr. Wilson. I already know from what I've seen of the British government that I will never find a conventional address to correspond with him until they want him to be written to.
I hope this letter finds you quickly and finds you well. Tell Obediah from me to keep his head moving and keep working on his left. I'm sure you're back to dazzling the audiences back in America. Give 'em the big smile for me, and always keep them wanting more.
Your friend,
Seamus
P.S. I still say your old man was the real "Great" Leslie. Ha Ha.
P.P.S. When you see him tell him I said hello and that his son needs a stern talking to. Ha.
9 January 1871
Dr. Jebediah Wilson
c/o Leslie Gallant Jr.
Dear "Rocket Kid",
You didn't even stop to say goodbye to your faithful sidekick "Atlas". What would the papers say? Truthfully, I feared and thought the worst by your sudden departure, but I've come to figure out what is really going on around here. They didn't just stop with trying to set you up as a murderer; they've either done it or tried it with several others, including me.
Want to hear a capper, Doc? Since they couldn't dig the writer back up and try to blame me for killing him a second time, they tried to frame me with holding a grudge for losing a fair fight. We've found that some old friends of yours and the rest of the league are behind it. I got into a colossal battle with a Master Tandoo, and I would not have stood a chance if the stabby girl hadn't been there and also put up a tremendous fight. And he might yet have gotten away had Mr. Salmalin not shown up at the right moment. He still insisted on getting himself killed before I could get him to confess to setting up the murder they say you did.
But I'll figure everything out and clear your reputation here, don't you worry. It will be a bit more difficult; I've been badly beaten the past few days and both of my arms are badly damaged. Perhaps my reflexes are already beginning to slip from not dodging your experiments. Ha ha. I feel as though we're all at the bottom of a well, in the dark, so to speak. But I'm sure we'll find out what's up, Doc.
Take care of yourself, Doc. I do miss you. I'm certain that you will continue to invent and hopefully make great contributions for the government. I know that you will do as your will sees fit, but I would still suggest that from my own observations here, the method of propulsion for the future is clockwork. Despite my joking to the contrary, I would be very sad to hear that you burnt yourself up with one of your own inventions. I hope this letter finds you well.
As for me, I don't have any immediate plans other than to clear up this mess and see the Copperthwaites get married this weekend. They did give me a good deal of funds severance. You'll be pleased to know that my new friends drank to your safe departure and good fortune back in the States. Ha Ha. But I won't dwell on cinders and planks right now, simply that I wish you well.
Your (former) servant,
Seamus Michael O'Flaherty
Proceed to Further mischief
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