“Hey, pal,” I said indignantly, “I don’t kiss and tell, okay?”
“She said a letter would come today. To my office.”
“Yeah, so?”
“This came by mail, to my office,” he said grimly, “this morning.”
He took an envelope out of his pocket, hastily opened it and held the letter up for me to see.
Specifically, he showed me the signature: blue and red interlocking circles with three holes.
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The letter Breckinridge received included a brief note telling the attorney to “handle inclosed letter to Col. Lindbergh.” The letter itself said the following:
Dear Sir: Did you recieve ouer letter from March 4. We sent the mail in one off the letter pox near Burro Hall— Brooklyn. We know Police interfere with your privatmail; how can we come to any arrangements this way. In the future we will send ouer letters to Mr. Breckenbridge at 23 Broadway. We belive Polise captured our letter and dit note forwarded to you. We will note accept any go-between from your seid. We will arrange this latter. There is no worry about the Boy. He is very well and will be feed according to the diet. Best dank for Information about it. We are interested to send your Boy back in gud Health.
Below this, again labeled “singnature,” were the distinctive blue and red circles with a trio of small holes. On the reverse the letter continued:
Is it nessisery to make a world’s affair out off
it, or to get your Boy back as soon as possible.
Why did you ingnore ouer letter which we
left in the room? The baby would be back
long ago. You would note get any result
from Police, becauce this Kidnaping was
planed for a year allredy. But we was afraid,
the boy would not be strong enough.
Ouer ransom was made out for 50.000 $
but now we have to put another lady to it and
propperly have to hold the baby longer as we
expectet so it will be 70.000 $.
20000 in 50 $ bills 25000 in 24 $ bills 15000
in 10 $ bills 10000 in 5 $ bill. We warn you again
not to mark any bills or take them from one serial
No. We will inform you latter how to deliver
the mony, but not befor
the Police is out of this cace and the
pappers are quiet.
Please get a short notice aboud this letter in the
New-York American.
Frank J. Wilson squinted behind his round black-framed glasses as he read the note, and read it again.
We were in Lindbergh’s study, Lindy, Breckinridge, Schwarzkopf, Wilson and myself. Lindbergh had rejected my suggestions to make the New York cops and J. Edgar’s boys aware of this new communique; but he did agree to call in Treasury Agent Wilson.
“I think the letter is encouraging,” Lindbergh said to Wilson, “don’t you?”
“Encouraging?” Wilson asked. He was seated across from Lindbergh. I was seated next to Wilson; Breckinridge and Schwarzkopf were standing on either side of Lindy like mismatched bookends.
“My son is in good health,” Lindbergh said brightly, “and they want to keep him that way. They’re following the diet…”
“You take these people at their
“I have no reason not to,” Lindbergh said. “I’m reluctant to have you involved in this at all, Agent Wilson. They make clear that if I hadn’t called the police in, at the start, I might well have Charlie back in his mother’s arms, this very minute.”
Wilson didn’t bother discussing that. He knew there was no point.
“They apparently think the police intercepted the previous letter,” Schwarzkopf pointed out, needlessly.
Breckinridge nodded. “Maybe we’ve clamped down the lid on the press
“You’re trying to second-guess lunatics,” I said. “They warn you not to let anything out to the press, then wonder why you haven’t let ’em know you got their second letter!”
Wilson was still looking at the note. “As before, the easy words are misspelled, and the more difficult words are
