My dear Dennis,

First to thank you an hundred-fold for your Christmas card. We exiles (Ronald Wingate & self) condemned to live outside our own land, because our names have been connected with the accursed one of W.S. Churchill, are very greatly cheered when anyone remembers us. Ronald and I refer to ourselves as the Legion of the Lost and sympathise correspondingly with the poor political prisoners of the N.K.V.D.

It is but a question of degree. H.M.’s present “government” (note quotation marks!) has intimated to us both that because of our disgraceful past and the part we played, however small, in an ancient Victory, we must be tortured slowly to suicide or madness (see your own Toby Jugg!). Ronald and I do not like it. No sir! Not at all!

Secondly to refer to Toby Jugg. Dennis, you have done a good job. Much better (forgive my frankness) than the previous issue. Nevertheless you ought not to have written Toby without talking to me. I remember telling you once in that hole in the ground at Storey’s Gate that you ought to talk to me about the Devil. Having met him (or one of his intimate pals) on one single occasion, I can enlighten you still further. Were it not for comrades Shinwell, Bevan and several others, I could be in England and could make a date with you. I would then tell you more.

Pray believe I read Toby with bated breath and immense appreciation. You can do that stuff so well. Also I recognise that you must colour, somewhat crudely, the high-lights of your masterpiece, so that the utterly stupid, unimaginative, fatheads who form 99 ½% of the population of the U.K. can be made to listen.

Nevertheless, old cock, the real truth is even more vile. It is, however, less spectacular. Did I ever tll you about my own single psychic experience? D.V. I shall do it one day. It takes about an hour. Given the necessary décor, I guarantee to make you sick at the stomach, despite your obvious knowledge of these things.

Meanwhile pray carry on your great task of mystifying and misleading the enemy. The old gang is ready to cooperate.

Yours ever

Desmond Morton