Uncle Monty’s Message

One summer, I was visiting my Uncle Monty at his lake house. Most mornings I woke to the smell of my uncle making something delicious for breakfast but on this morning he was nowhere to be found. I searched the house high and low with no luck.  In Monty’s study, however, there was an old typewriter.  My uncle was an author and he liked hearing the clackity-clack of the typewriter keys. On the typewriter, was a fresh sheet of paper with the following message: