"Dear Friend,
All hope is nearly lost. Tom has avoided the fire but has finally succumbed to the bailiffs and he now languishes in Chiswick Debtors Prison. His wife and that poor young Sarah have come to offer him succor but they have no more money to give. I implore you to come along and offer whatever you have. And do it soon for he seems to be rapidly losing his mind in there. He's raving about alchemy and celestial observations and all sorts of hocus pocus. Take a look at the set of gaming dice he left behind and you'll have the location sewn up in no time. Please hurry.
Yours,
William"
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Please see A Rake's Progress 1 - The Heir (GC8NK0J) for information on the whole series.