what it is, can t guess what it is, to hell with it. i don t care if it s a diamond ring. i take it for granted of course that i really did leave an article in the room i occupied. if i didn t, and this thing turns out to be a guessing game in which the answer is robert e. lee s horse or something, you ll never be able to answer your phone for a whole year without the chance of it being me reserving dozens of rooms in different names, notifying you your bank pal is withdrawal, pretending you are the next man the gang is going to put on the spot for the shooting of joe the boss over in brooklyn. of course i m a little sore about the thing the way it is. if you had been a guest at my house and had gone away leaving your watch or your key ring behind, would you send you a penny postcard asking you to guess what you left behind? i would now, yes. but i mean before this all happened. supposing everybody did business