Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.

We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.

Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.

He had a way with him. Before you had a chance to say no, he was there and done. That only happened to me once before, with a duke, who literally swept me off my feet, and before I knew what was happening, we'd done it. Another terrible mistake.

Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy

If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.