London's Underworld [antikvár]

To RUPERT BATTEN, Crime Reporter of The Star. DEAR BAT, Frantic days and hectic nights! This is a small tokén of my gratitude to you for seeing me through those ante-rooms of Hades we visited during the month in which (to use Alfréd Stapleton's imperishable phrase) we were 'on the prowl for The Star\ As I write these lines, I retain a vivid memory of you, looking üke a junior partner in the firm of Messrs. Mephistopheles & Co., Crime Specialists, The Underworld, W.i, piloting a somewhat highly-strung sensational novelist through those spots of Soho where angels fear to tread-with sufiiciently good reason. But, looking back, we got a lot of fun out of it: I can still see Chat, leaning back in his chair, and, forgetting all about being an editor, roaring out his infectious laugh, as we told him of our subterranean trips into the Underworld. Here's hoping that one night we may resume our highly-flavoured wanderings. Yours sincerely, Sydney Horler.