He worshipped Frederick and Frederick was devoted to him.
What happened to this boy, William his name was, I dont know.
It seems to me possible that, adoring his brother as fanatically as he did, he may have grown up regarding me as directly responsible for his death.
He had always been jealous of me and may have invented this scheme by way of punishment.
Its possible, I said.
Its amazing the way children do remember if theyve had a shock.
I know.
This boy may have dedicated his life to revenge.
Please go on.
There isnt much more to tell.
I met Eric three years ago.
I meant never to marry. Eric made me change my mind.
Right up to our wedding day I waited for another threatening letter. None came.
I decided that whoever the writer might be, he was either dead, or tired of his cruel sport.
Two days after our marriage I got this.
Drawing a small attache-case which was on the table towards her, she unlocked it, took out a letter and handed it to me.
The ink was slightly faded.
It was written in a rather womanish hand with a forward slant.
You have disobeyed.
Now you cannot escape.
You must be Frederick Bosners wife only!
You have got to die.
I was frightened but not so much as I might have been to begin with.
Being with Eric made me feel safe.
Then, a month later, I got a second letter.
I have not forgotten.
I am making my plans.
You have got to die.
Why did you disobey?
Does your husband know about this?
Mrs Leidner answered slowly.
He knows that I am threatened.
I showed him both letters when the second one came.
He was inclined to think the whole thing a hoax.
He thought also that it might be someone who wanted to blackmail me by pretending my first husband was alive.
She paused and then went on.
A few days after I received the second letter we had a narrow escape from death by gas poisoning.
Somebody entered our apartment after we were asleep and turned on the gas.
Luckily I woke and smelled the gas in time.
Then I lost my nerve.
I told Eric how I had been persecuted for years, and I told him that I was sure this madman, whoever he might be, did really mean to kill me.
I think that for the first time I really did think it was Frederick.
There was always something a little ruthless behind his gentleness.
Eric was still, I think, less alarmed than I was.
He wanted to go to the police.
Naturally I wouldnt hear of that.
In the end we agreed that I should accompany him here, and that it might be wise if I didnt return to America in the summer but stayed in London and Paris.
We carried out our plan and all went well.
I felt sure that now everything would be all right.
After all, we had put half the globe between ourselves and my enemy.