No, I'll go one better.

I'll write to the Permanent Secretary at the Foreign Office.

He's my godfather, and one of the best going.

What do you want ?' He sat down at a table and wrote to my dictation.

The gist of it was that if a man called Twisdon (I thought I had better stick to that name) turned up before June 15th he was to entreat him kindly.