β Scribed by James Hadley Chase
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
My dear Cherry,
Some time ago you warned me against writing
short stories. You stressed that the public didn't like them, and that I
would be heading for a big flop if I persisted. Your views have always
proved sound, so I've laid off until now. My present activities don't
permit me to tackle a full-length novel, but as I have a number of
situations up my sleeve I have been tempted to turn them into shorts.
Have a little flutter on the book. Personally, I think it'll go. Not
because it is better written than those which have flopped, but because
the stories have got enough dynamite in them to make the average guy
forget the blackout and the blitz--which, after all, is what we all
want to do at this moment.
Anyway, here's the manuscript, and when you're not too busy--Get a load of this!
Yours,
JAMES HADLEY CHASE
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