Dear Mr. McLachlan,Confirming the conclusions reached during our talk yesterday evening, I have told Mr. Kimber what we discussed, and he agrees that
- I should send you (through him) some samples of the material in 'The Virus House" -- the book about our Intelligence attack on the wartime German atomic research programme; and
- I should also let you have through Mr. Kimber a sample chapter of "Disaster Convoy PQ.17", which is at present with my lawyers.
Book 1 is, I believe, scheduled for publication this coming Spring. Book 2 is probably coming out during the following Autumn. The sample "PQ.17" chapter will probably be the one describing how the Admiralty reached their fateful decisions on 4th July 1942.
On the subject of "PQ.17", I must say how sorry I am that after all these years my clash with Lord Justice W. still rankles. As it seems to be in danger of oppressing our future relations, I have looked up my dusty files on the "PQ.17" research project, and I think I should privately tell you exactly what happened:
I interviewed or corresponded with 250 -300 survivors of PQ.17, and suffered only one rejection: a Newcastle ship's Master -- who had abandoned ship leaving a naval party to founder aboard her -- initially refused my advance application for an interview. By April 1963, I had somehow learned (I believe from Vice-Admiral D.) that W.'s was a key role in the story; it was vital, said D., to interview him. Now, as an unknown author I could either write in for an interview and risk a point- blank, and irreversible, refusal (highly probable from W., in view of my subject); or I could arrive diplomatically on his Belgravia doorstep and ask in person whether an interview could be arranged in the near future. The latter approach had invariably worked without friction before -- for example Vice-Admiral D., whom I interviewed several times during that March, has never to my knowledge found my manner offensive. I accordingly humbly pressed W.'s doorbell at 8:55 pm on 2nd April 1963, and W. forthwith invited me into his drawing -- room; he did not mention either then or at any other time that this was an inconvenient hour. I discussed with him his general PQ.17 recollections -- he was hesitant rather than forthcoming -- until 9:20 pm., when I retired to a local restaurant to write the aide mémoire which now faces me on my file. So far so good; I anticipated that having established what seemed to me a normal and cordial relationship personally with W., I might press my more cogent questions upon him at a later instance. Unfortunately W. seemed to have anticipated the same sequel, for when I telephoned his home at 9:25 p.m. five nights later, solely to ascertain the correct wartime designation of his office, he rudely hung up within less than three minutes.
For me his unexpected rudeness was a turning-point.
I had made a detailed transcript of the conversation in my Telephone Log, which again confronts me now. It seemed to me that, excellent Intelligence officer that W. was, he would not communicate any further information to me unless I could contrive to penetrate the barrier he had now thrown up. I now realise how wrong this was of me, but at the time I considered that his (to me) unmannerly behaviour justified further drastic action:
I mailed to him a graphic transcript of his language the previous night, and said that none of the scores of naval officers I had had the pleasure of interviewing had treated me as discourteously as he. I hoped that he would lose sufficient of his self-composure in his reply to counter the information I imparted in my covering letter to him, and indeed in his outraged three-page reply to me he involuntarily gave me in one sentence, which I hope was genuine, the very information I needed* to confirm what the officers on his staff, of whom I had already interviewed some six or seven, had told me. I did not need to bother him further.
Three years after this ungentlemanly exchange, I realise, for my part, how unbecoming my methods were. The extraction of Intelligence has never been a gentlemanly pursuit, and when essaying to obtain facts from an officer of such outstanding Intelligence training as W., one is compelled -- once other approaches have failed -- to adopt a more unorthodox technique. If there is anything I could to rehabilitate myself in W.'s esteem, I would hasten to do so.
Yours faithfully,
(David Irving)
Donald McLachlan, Esq.
Sunday Telegraph,
Fleet Street,
London E.C.4
* The whole passage will be in the "PQ.17" manuscript which is eventually sent you.
Captain J E Broome, 
write to David Irving