I am glad to see that news of Mr. Peter
Fleming's reappearance on the edge of civilization has come to hand. I last had direct communication from him addressed from " The Nag's Head, Vladivostock " (he has a way of re-christening alien hostelries), and was shortly afterwards told he was starting for India on a yak. Why a yak I have no idea, and very likely there was none. Anyhow, whether on a yak's legs or his own, or some other quadruped's or biped's, he has got if not to India at least to its near vicinity. So one Of these days he will no doubt turn up in Piccadilly with the manuscript • of some worthy successor to Brazilian Adventure and. One's Company (unless, of course, the yak has eaten it). However, he is some way from Piccadilly yet. When last heard of he was five weeks' journey away from Gilgit, and must cross the foothillg of the Himalayas to get there. Who is with him no one knows.
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