Wednesday [22 June 1949]
My dear Ed:
My blood is boiling like yours and Lorne's. It is downright evasion and mendacity. My suspicions were right though I didn't think he was quite the rotter that he is. Just to think you came all the way up here for that. I still don't think that much will come out of it.
I know you would do anything for a friend, as I would, but this is too much to ask. If I liked E. as I liked D.G. I'd say 'Go ahead' but it might all end it a cul de sac. You are dealing with a slithering slimy bunch and they might put you on the skids. However, you can wait for developments.
It was grand to see your fine old phiz again. Boy, am I thrilled that you are on the Alexander job.
One thing is imperative I must have one night, dinner and evening, with you with myself as master of ceremonies. We can decide on which night later but it must be a humdinger preferably towards or at the close of the period. There are hundreds of things to talk about. If only Ernie could come up get him to fabricate a pretext.
Next Monday night I go to Ann Arbor. They want a lecture on Canadian stuff and a recital of my own following. It gives me a chance to get a little better known across the line.
Vi is improving. The trouble takes its time slow but not too distressing.
Love to Peggy
come out of it