I have been wondering to-day if any other military journalist could possibly know such a lot of the Smart Set, and so intimately as I do. I am extraordinary lucky in having all these nice people to fall back on when I am worn out with War-winning and Tribunal duties.
Wrote a wonderful article on the importance of dressing up some one to look like Hindenburg and dropping him at night by parachute from an aeroplane into the German lines near Head-Quarters. It would have to be a biggish man who can speak German well—Mr. Chesterton perhaps, but I have never met Mr. Chesterton, as he seems never to lunch or dine at the Ritz; or even Lord Haldane. Once safely landed (my article goes on to explain) he would make his way to German H. Q., being mistaken for the real Hindenburg, kill him and then issue orders to the Army which would quickly put the Germans in our power. Strange that no one else has thought of this.
It is very awkward to be the only man in London who has the truth in him. Relieved some of my embarrassment by a glass or two of remarkable 1794 brandy.
Winston came to Carryon Hall to dine and we discussed his future. I mapped out the next six months for him very carefully, and he promised to follow my counsel; but I am afraid that Lady Randolph may interfere.
My Hindenburg article not in The Times yet. Cannot think what is coming to journalism. And Northcliffe calls himself a hustler.