Letter to Fred Thursday from Morse Endeavour

To my lasting regret we parted on poor terms. The fault was mine entirely. He has ever been the best and wisest of men and a better friend to me than I could have wished for or deserved. I let hime down. I am sorry to presume upon you, but I’ve burnt all my bridges, and you are the last and only person I can think of who might extend to me the benefit of the doubt. Please forgive my brevity; I have to make the boat train to Venice. There’s never the time to say all that one would wish. As you will no doubt hear, I have made an appalling mess of things. Much of it I can't put right. but I should have failed even further Were I not to try to retrieve what I can from a situation wholly of my own making. should I fall shot and things end badly? please believe me to have been yours, always. Morse.