It seems that all along she’s been on the track of the “man in the brown suit.” Apparently she didn’t spot him on the Kilmorden ⁠—in fact, she hardly had the chance, but she’s now very busy cabling home: “How I journeyed out with the murderer,” and inventing highly fictitious stories of “What he said to me,” etc. I know how these things are done. I do them myself, in my reminiscences when Pagett will let me. And of course one of Nasby’s efficient staff will brighten up the details still more, so that when it appears in the Daily Budget Rayburn won’t recognize himself.