Making sure his 45 was loaded in all chambers, 2 man set out from his West-End hotel recently to visit an old friend of his spying days. He changed taxis three times on the way in case he was followed.
He was Kil, otherwise known as O.M.66. Not known so well, perhaps, by his real name of Colonel Victor Kaledin, late of the Russian Imperial Secret Service, the German, French, and British Secret Services.
"I'm never sure my old friends' of the Ogpu are not after me, chuckled to a "Sunday Refere porter, Twice Colonel Kaledin has had narrow escapes from death when shot at by mysterious pursuers in the little village of West Downe, Devon, where he now has his home.
His handsome, grey-haired English wife did not want Colonel Kaledin to talk about his present perils.
It doesn't matter. I'm well guarded nowadays," said the plump, gentleman-farmer ish-looking ex-spy.
How? Well, it's better not to say anything about that except that I always carry my 45 in my pocket, and I have never met any man quicker at the draw than I am.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.