Eudora Hilliard, dated: New York, June 17th 1974 Yes, I agree with you. It is now nearly ten years since my nephew disappeared and we can try to clear his name without either of us having much fear of prosecution. But you should write the story, not I. Your tastes and character will carry conviction, and you have, thank God, no enemies—apart from your battles with Marketing Boards of which Tessa writes with a tempestuousness which you are too tolerant to feel yourself. Me, I do have enemies who give other names to what I call my pro-American activities. So if I were to write the story of Alwyn’s disgrace and escape it would be suspect from the start. That woman again, they would say! You’ll object that there are incidents which you are not all that keen to publicise. I can’t help it. It’s your duty to Alwyn. But it might, I think, be possible to get around the difficulties by presenting our story as fiction and disguising names and places as far as you can.
