Letter part 2

The surface of the envelope feels velvet to the touch.  With a quick pull from my thumb I gash and tear the envelope. With in a delicate print paper reads, 

Dear Hopkins, 

I desperately need your help. My husband was murdered for ransom. Please! Please! Help me it's urgent!

My adress is on the envelope.

Hurry.

-Mrs Johnson

Hmmmm. . .stroking my chin trying to recall such a murder. Was it in the papers? Was in rumors I've heard on the streets? Was it the work of my nemesis? I shall see to it!