Gatsby, my Old Friend!

It is with the Utmost Urgency and Deep Regret that after these Great Many Years, it is only under these Dire Circumstances that I now find myself, at long last, sending you this Communique.
Please forgive my Long Absence, Dear Chum, but after our Tour of Duty in the Boxer Rebellion I found myself thrust, Center Stage, into a Tale of such complete Corruption and Malevolence that even now I can hardly begin to recall the Horrible Events without producing a shudder from the top of my Head to the bottom of my Feet. But that, my Long Lost Friend, is a Narrative for another Time.

For now, let me simply Warn you of the Imminent Danger that this Blackard, Finch, presents to you, Gatsby. Believe your Faithful Old School Chum when I tell you — this Man (if he can truly be referred to as such) is, quite literally, the DEVIL INCARNATE! Be Advised, you should vacate Gatsby Manor will all due Speed (if only temporarily) and seek me out in exactly one Fortnight from the 13th of this Month at the Site of our First Encounter — you know of the Locale of which I speak, I’m sure.
It is Absolutely Imperative that you come ALONE.

Until then, Old Friend, may God grant you Safe Passage and may the Blessing of a Gentleman’s Upbringing put Steele in your Spine.
You will need it in the coming days…

Yours Dutifully,
Sir Colme Fitzpatrick
Vice-Admiral
Latchkey Club