In the very beginning of the given extract, Walter Streeter, the main character, gets the postcard from Forfar. The sender, W.S., asks whether he really thinks that he is really gets to grips with people. Walter’s correspondent’s criticism lingered in his mind. About ten days later comes another postcard, this time from Berwick-on-Tweed. It says that the writer is on the border and that some people call his stories otherworldly. Walter Streeter ponders over this and begins to wonder about the sender – whether it is a man or a woman, why does he or she call it otherworldly. He tries to write, but the words come haltingly, as though contending with an extra-strong barrier of self-criticism. As the days pass, his works are no longer homogeneous. The third postcard shows the picture of York Minster and the sender asks whether Walter Streeter is writing something or looking round for ideas. For the First time it strikes him that the initials are his own and he wonders: what if he is writing postcards to himself. He also mentions that the handwriting is the resemblance to his own. He shows letter to his friend who says that the sender is a lunatic woman who fell in love with him and tries to make him interested in her. He feels reassured for some time but the he thinks what if he is a lunatic himself. He now has to admit to himself that the postcard business has become a leading factor in his life. The next postcard is from Coventry Walter mentions a striking fact that each postcard comes from a place geographically closer to him than the last. A wave of panic surges up in him. He goes to the police. But the policemen tell him not to worry and let them know if further postcards come.