 What would Mr. Eisenhower say if you told him there's a tunnel between London and New York? You see what I mean? I got acknowledgement just once. A CID man came around and blabbed the whole story to everyone. Told them to keep an eye on me as a dangerous lunatic. The only way to protect the secret after that was to write it like a mania. So I told everyone, too. Best security measure ever devised. Now, however, there are three of us who really know about the tunnel. It's awkward.