Dr. Sonnerstein nodded his assent to the plan we whittled down after a spirited half hour’s palaver.
Handing him a page from my notebook and a pen, he hastily scribbled the following:
“A sandwitch urgently needs her familiar”
No signature was necessary, he would understand.
Stopping a rampaging urchin boy in trou-sans-knees, we deposited the note along with a few choice coins and instructions to deliver it directly to Tepic. He would know what to do.