 Why does The Scorpion go mostly unnoticed, despite reaching out to the newspaper?
CALL HIM NEMESIS By DONALD E. WESTLAKE Criminals, beware; the Scorpion is on your trail! There was Mr. Featherhall at his desk, refusing to okay a personal check from a perfect stranger. There was Mrs. Dolly Daniels, withdrawing money from her savings account again. From the ground up, they all wore scuffy black shoes, baggy-kneed and unpressed khaki trousers, brown cracked-leather jackets over flannel shirts, white handkerchiefs over the lower half of their faces and gray-and-white check caps pulled low over their eyes. The third one, who carried a black satchel like a doctor's bag, walked quickly around behind the teller's counter and started filling it with money. The man who had first spoken herded the tellers, Mr. Featherhall and the customers all over against the back wall, while the second man stayed next to Mr. Anderson and the door. The man with the satchel came running around from behind the counter, and the man by the door tried to keep Miss English from scratching his eyes out. Then, after the getaway car had gone more than two blocks, it suddenly started jouncing around. Except that in the trunk lid the owner had burned in 'The Scorpion' in big black letters you could see half a block away." "If I'm making just a quick stop—I never spend more than five minutes with any one customer—I always leave the keys in the car. Stevenson followed Hastings' pointing finger, and saw again the crudely-lettered words, "The Scorpion" burned black into the paint of the trunk lid. It was in the crank letter's most obvious form; that is, the address had been clipped, a letter or a word at a time, from a newspaper and glued to the envelope. Dear Mr. Editor: The Scorpion has struck. The Scorpion fights crime. Crooks and robbers are not safe from the avenging Scorpion. Early in August, a Brooklyn man went berserk. As the police reconstructed it later, Mrs. Higgins had attempted to awaken him on the third morning at seven-thirty, suggesting that he really ought to stop being so foolish, and go back to work. Mrs. Stodbetter arrived at the house at nine o'clock, and spent some time tapping at the still-locked bedroom door, apparently requesting Mr. Higgins to unlock the door and "stop acting like a child." At about ten-fifteen, neighbors heard shots from the Higgins residence, a two-story one-family pink stucco affair in the middle of a block of similar homes.
 Their first letter was disregarded, and their second was read by a different person.
 The police don't want to bring attention to them, because they don't believe there is a connection between the crimes.  Their first letter was disregarded, and their second was read by a different person.  The Scorpion hasn't made an appearance in person yet.  They wrote a crank letter, and so it was completely disregarded.