Sure, sure -- but that's not what's important right now. A lady named Sam wanted me to tell you something! She saaaays. . .

"I'm sorry, but someone had to do it. I don't even hope you forgive me. All I ask is that you understand that my actions are in no way motivated by malice.

If you must shout at me for it, I'm currently sitting in the first tenement. Eighth room of the second floor. I'm not looking forward to meeting you under these circumstances, but I think because of what I've done, we must. Of course, it's up to you."

I'm not sure what she means. . . but. . .