On your last birthday a well-meaning godfather presented you with a volume of mine since you had been heard on occasion to express approval of my works. The book dealt with a somewhat arid branch of historical research and it did not please you. You wrote to me I remember complaining that I had "let you down" and summoning me as I valued your respect to "pull myself together." In particular you demanded to hear more of the doings of Richard Hannay a gentleman for whom you professed a liking. I too have a liking for Sir Richard and when I met him the other day (he is now a country neighbour) I observed that his left hand had been considerably mauled an injury which I knew had not been due to the War. He was so good as to tell me the tale of an unpleasant business in which he had recently been engaged and to give me permission to retell it for your benefit. Sir Richard took a modest pride in the affair because from first to last it had been a pure contest of wits without recourse to those more obvious methods of strife with which he is familiar.
So I herewith present it to you in the hope that in the eyes of you and your friends it may atone for certain other writings of mine with which you have been afflicted by those in authority.