I was directing a Scrabble tournament at the Los Gatos Lodge this weekend. An elderly lady appeared and commented, “You must be a man of words.”
“You could say that,” I replied, unsure of what she was getting at.
She handed me some letters. “Well, letters are composed of words. And words are composed of letters,” she told me.
I hadn't realized that before and was about to comment on it, but she had vanished mysteriously.
The first letter was labeled, appropriately enough, “First Letter.” I opened it.
It was somewhat terse, but apparently I needed to hide a geocache. That isn't beyord my abilities; so I proceeded onto the second letter, not surprisingly marked “Second Letter.”
This one was typewritten. Perhaps not as terse, but I couldn't seem to make any sense of it. Maybe the third and final letter would help. It was enscribed “Last Letter.”
Hardly a letter at all, I thought. I puzzled over it until one of the tournament contestants came up to me after her game and pointed out, “It's obvious, silly.” So, I proceeded to the location specified and placed the cache.
P.S. Thanks to “Tom Swift” for the idea behind this cache. There is no pen or pencil in the cache; so remember to bring one. There are a few small items for traders.