And it tells you, in elaborate reveal, that the Taj Mahal isn't really the Taj Mahal. Something akin to saying that the hens egg you had for breakfast was actually a duck egg. You're shocked and pass out.
As you come to, you have another violent spasm because you're told that the Taj Mahal is indeed an ancient Hindu temple. That there are rooms in the building, sealed since Shah Jahan's time and inaccessible to the public even today. “Now these could be the ancient private rooms with dated pee-pee graffiti”, you tell yourself feebly. And then...
You're spooked beyond redemption when you read the last bit of this Hitchcock mail. "There is only one way to discredit or validate this claim. The current government should open the sealed rooms of the Taj Mahal under U.N. supervision, and let international experts investigate".
Suddenly, the sun comes out and it's clear as daylight to you that the UN is behind this wash. They must have called on Dinesh, the wallflower at your office, and taken him for a treat to Saravana Bhavan in return for sending this mail. You could have saved the UN precious funds and told them that they could have skipped Saravana Bhavan, because the real treat for Dinesh was indeed the spook story.
How would you reply to the mail? Would you even reply?