[An unposted letter.]

The Tig Courier, Sir, is a weekly paper that pays you £950 a year for an article, personal as possible, the more intimate the better.

For three days the Editor has been waiting for your copy. To-night she got a postcard written page 178 in a train; but that was all. Will you tell her

(a) your reasons for withholding it (as subtle as you like) or

(b) when she may expect it.

Address: Tig, Stillin, Bedfordshire.