Then you can begin on the true task before you without delay in the morning.I do not, of course, truly expect you to be able to guess my identity.So, to demonstrate that I am a sporting type, I’ve decided thatfrom time to time over the next fifteen days I will provide you witha clue or two. Just to make things more interesting, although a clever,intuitive sort, such as yourself, should assume that this entire letter isfilled with clues. Nevertheless, here is a preview, and it comes for free.

In the past, life was fun and wild,

Mother, father, and young child.

But all the good times went astray,

When my father sailed away.

Poetry is not my strong suit.Hatred is.You may ask three questions. Yes or No answers, please.Use the same method, the front-page ads in the New York Times.I will reply in my own style within twenty-four hours.Good luck. You might also try to find time now to make your funeral arrangements. Cremation is probably preferable to an elaborateburial service. I know how much you dislike churches. I don’t thinkit would be a smart idea to contact the police. They would probablymock you, which I suspect your conceit would have difficultyhandling. And it would likely enrage me more, and, right now, youmust be a little uncertain as to how unstable I actually am. Imight respond erratically, in any number of quite evil ways.

But of one thing of which you can be absolutely certain: My angerknows no limits.

The letter was signed in all-capital letters:

RUMPLESTILTSKIN