The inscription reads, ‘My dear David, This is the weakest of all my books, though undoubtedly it has merit. It was written for Beaverbrook’s “Daily Express”, all while partaking of his hospitality, as a serial. It bears traces of late nights and disordered days of London post-war crazes. The title was given to me by Hugh Kingsmill - I have never ceased to regret it - still, it is quite funny, & the real hero, of course, is Beaverbrook. 22 May 1935. Yrs William G.’ Beaverbrook is very thinly disguised as Lord Ottercove!