How do you tell the world of your great works
When you live in hell, and people think you are mad
You write to the head of the city watch
And explain your deeds
As best as you can
Who knows where it might lead
You might even become famous
"From hell
Mr Lusk
Sor
I send you half the
Kidne I took from one women
prasarved it for you tother piece
I fried and ate it was very nise. I
may send you the bloody knif that
took it out if you only wate a whil
longer.
signed
Catch me when
you Can
Mishter Lusk"
