Of Scotland Yardxx-xx-xx xxx Neville Heath

How do you do? I seem to remember a song that was very popular some years ago called I Am A Dreamer Aren't We All? It might well have been dedicated to the subject of this week's case book history. There was a dreamer if you like. Unfortunately he couldn't distinguish between dreams and the fox. He was a man who felt he deserved money, fame and power, deserved them without the

of the self-carefulness as to having to work and plan and say. As a child he dreamed that as a man he would be rich and talked about. As a man he dreamed that he was rich and he certainly got himself talked about.

For this he was prepared to do anything or anybody. A pretty low sum character you'd say. Well, see what you think. The place where we'll find him is a clap, at least his corner. That's one of the hundreds, possibly thousands of its kind all over London.

you go down a few steps and up a few steps into a room with a bar. You pay a ginnier year for membership and they don't have any waiting list and you don't have to be sponsored. In fact, all you need is a lot of money. There's always a radio and it's nearly always playing. Evening Harry. Evening major. I'm strong

the usual. Right. And keep you up out of the glass. You read nose robber. Hello there. Oh, hello boy. Bit of luck this. I was hoping to run into you. You were Well, you know.

Harry, they got two doubles. They'll make them. Copy goes that way where I can buy you a drink. Oh, don't give it a thought. That's right. I'm meeting some people here later. Your drink, sir.