I wasn't born yesterday.
The third letter? It is addressed direct to me in prison here.
And--it's a curious letter, indeed. Let it here be seen whole:
Dear Howard:
The discipline of a lifetime now collapses like the fabled walls of Jericho. Who is Joshua, and what is the tune his trumpets play? I wish I knew. The music that has worked such havoc against such old walls is not loud. It is faint, diffuse, and peculiar.
Could it be the music of my conscience: That I doubt. I have done no wrong to you.
I think the music must be an old soldier's itch for just a little treason. And treason this letter is.
I here violate direct and explicit orders that were given to me, were given to me in the best interests of the United States of America. I here give you my true name, and I identify myself as the man you knew as "Frank Wirtanen."
My name is Harold J. Sparrow.
My rank at time of retirement from the United States Army was Colonel.
My serial number is 0-61134.
I exist. I can be seen, heard, and touched almost any day, in or around the only dwelling on Coggin's Pond, six miles due west of Hinkleyville, Maine.
I affirm, and will affirm under oath, that I recruited you as an American agent, and that you, at personal sacrifices that prove total, became one of the most effective agents of the Second World War.
If there must be a trial of Howard W. Campbell, Jr., by the forces of self-righteous nationalism, let it be one hell of a contest!
Yours truly,
"Frank"
So I am about to be a free man again, to wander where I please.
I find the prospect nauseating.
I think that tonight is the night I will hang Howard W. Campbell, Jr., for crimes against himself.
I know that tonight is the night.
They say that a hanging man hears gorgeous music. Too bad that I, like my father, unlike my musical mother, am tone-deaf. All the same, I hope that the tune I am about to hear is not Bing Crosby's "White Christmas."
Goodbye, cruel world!
Auf wiedersehen?
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