But even when that was done, and I had been duly paid for my work, I was only secure for a few weeks, at the outside.

All along I kept writing for you, frantically.

So, when things began to get hopeless again, I went to the British Embassy.

I had to lie, terribly, I'm afraid, before I could get an audience, first with an under secretary, and then with the ambassador himself.

He said that he regretted he could do nothing for me, at least, officially.