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Correspondence from Miss Hobbs to George MacNie Cowie
88 Albion Road, Stoke Newington.
3 April 1916.
Dear Mr Cowie.
I've been trying to write ever so many times, but have been extra full engaged just lately and also I've been trying to locate the things Mr C[rowley] wants, and seeing after various 'missions'. I will send off as many of the things to Mr C as are get-at-able, but cannot find any of the Mortaldello in the lists, so am afraid they are either hidden away in some box or case that went bodily, without being specially packed at the last, or else there are none. He must remember that he had a number of the most wanted books sent him before Miss Waddell [Leila Waddell] left, and whether all the Mortadellos went I cannot say. There appears to be only one Winged Beetle—shall I send this last one?
I've found the boots and clothes, and there are Book 4 [Part I & Part II] so he'll not be disappointed in those things, and I will send them off directly I can spare the time to get over there again. I've also hunted for Sutton's [a pawnbroker] list, but so far without success. I think I had better write and ask them to send a list of what they hold. I called on day on Clarke about the Buddha etc, but he was out, and am going again this week. I have sent the 2 Equinoxes to the O.W. and also the Goetia to Mr Richmond, with the account as you said, but so far he had nor acknowledged it—I suppose he had it all right however.
I am also keeping my eyes open for a small house and will let you know if I come across anything possible. I suppose if we shared a place with Mr Hammond [Benjamin Charles Hammond] it would be absolutely distinct and I should be able to get access to it without depending on them at all? There is one thing as regards locality. I hope it would not be anywhere further north or east than I am here, because it would make it too difficult for me to manage in between my other work which is City-ways or West-wise. I will hope to come across something: it certainly would be far better than having them all tied up as they are at the Depositary. If you saw the piles you would realise what a frightful business it is to pick out something in an unknown spot, for necessarily they must keep shifting the things to make room for other 'lots', and if I could have them all arranged nicely on shelves or something of that sort which are interfered with by no one else, it would be a 'joy for ever'.
Did you have any replies after sending out the Pastoral letter? You will soon be up in London now, after Easter I think you said. It would be nice if I could come across some sort of a house by then. . . . More Zeppelins last night. I heard ten bombs exploding in the far distance. But soon there'll be a Moon.
Goodbye for the present, from yours sincerely,
Dear Hobbs.
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