Dear Mr Pinkton,
This is my last letter to you. You have annoyed me tremendously and I shall never talk to you again. Please do not write me.

Yours sincerely,
I.A.

Ms Adler sealed the envelope carefully and dabbed a rose-scented perfume on the back of the envelope.

There! That should frighten that terrible man a little bit!

She had the maid mailed the letter out urgently.

A week went by and then another, and still no news from a certain Mr. Pinkton.

Ms Adler was highly agitated by now.

Oh that terrible, terrible man! I shall never ever speak with him again!

She sat at her desk and began writing the next nasty letter to Pinkton.

Dear Mr Pinkton,
I was just wondering if you had received my last letter, informing you to never write me again. I hereby, state it again, just in case that last letter was lost, that, You, Mr Pinkton should never ever write me again. I shall burn every last letter that you send my way!

Yours sincerely,
I.A.
Benjamin Pinkton chuckled at the rose-scented letters from Ms Adler. They were stacked neatly in a pile on his desk. He just loved to make that snobbish little woman mad. He pondered for a moment whether to finally write her back. Surely he has had his fun annoying her. He searched around for his stationery...his desk was a clutter of strange items that had no right to be on a desk: a half-eaten sandwich, an empty bottle of scotch, his razor, a bottle of formaldehyde...he finally found a crumpled sheet of paper.

Dear Ms Adler,
I received your last letter...but unfortunately, I couldn't read a word of it. You see my friend's bulldog had mistaken it for his lunch and devoured it. I managed to save some scraps of your lovely smelling letter... and they read," Dear Mr Pinkton, write me!"
Well, since you obviously are in love with me, here I am, responding to your call of desperation. If you would so like, meet me at the café on 21 Baker's street.

Love,
Benjamin Pinkton