"It's the fifth I've had within the last two days." Phipps glanced at the beginning and the end, and threw it carelessly back.
"Pooh! A threatening letter!" he exclaimed.

"Why, I had a dozen of those this morning.

My secretary is making a scrapbook of them." "That one of mine seems pretty definite, doesn't it ?" Dredlinton remarked nervously.
"Some of mine were uncommonly plain-spoken," Phipps acknowledged, "but what's the odds?
You're not a coward, Dredlinton; neither am I.Neither is Skinflint Martin, nor Stanley.

Chuck letters like that on the fire, as they have, and keep cheerful.

The streets of London are the safest place in the world.