Over the next few days on the train, Clay keeps to himself- drinking, reading, and occasionally playing a game of cards. At the next stop, Clay secretly buys himself a ticket on the first train headed east- preferably to Texas. He gives a letter to the conductor with explicit instructions to deliver it to Rev. Col. Elijah Q. Gridley, after the train East has left. The letter reads:
To my friends-
The events of the past few weeks has forced me to think about the direction of my life. When I first joined the agency I wasn't sure what I was getting into but I knew it would be an adventure. It has certainly been that. However, due to my involvement, it has also brought me much sadness. I fear I no longer have the desire to continue on this mission- that the skills I've honed are no longer of use, and that any further involvement will do more to hinder the group than to help it. I wish you all the luck in putting an end to this madness and bringing the guilty parties to justice. Unfortunately I cannot be apart of it. I'm leaving the group all assets I've acquired in our time together, except for a few personal belongings: my copy of Hoyle's, my cards, my pistol, my rifle and shotgun, my cash, and my pocket-watch. Everything else is y'all's. I'm sure you will put it to good use. Perhaps one day our paths will cross again, and I will look forward to hearing the tales of your exploits. Maybe even over a drink, Gus.
Sincerely,
Dr. Clayton Sanbel
This letter along with Clayton's Agency badge, the Theosophical Society pin, and a Joker card are all in the envelope.
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