I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to stay away from Bancroft
Road for a while and try to pull wires from a distance:

The Blue Boar Inn--a very nice old house, by the way--looks out
over the old Wolverhampton market place. In one corner of the
square I had noticed a little post office. You can send a
telegram from any post office in England, and I thought that
would be my best entering wedge. The word "antiquarian" in the
directory had given me a notion. On a blank I composed the
following message, after some revisions:


MISS KATHLEEN KENT,
318, Bancroft Road,
WOLVERHAMPTON.

My friend John Blair of Trinity now in Wolverhampton for
historical study staying at Blue Boar nice chap American may he
call on you if so send him a line sorry can't write hurt hand
playing soccer love to all.

JOE.


This was taking a long chance, but was the best move I could
think of. I asked the lady behind the counter to mark the
telegram as though it came from Oxford. She said she could not do
so, but I happened to have a five-bob piece in my pocket and that
persuaded her. I convinced her that it was a harmless joke.