The voice at the end of the line was trembling.
"Is that Mr Bracchi?"
"Yes, it is," I replied.
The caller could not have been more relieved. I was supposed to be dead. Someone had started a rumour that I had been killed in a fire.
The same people who had tried to obtain my exdirectory phone number, handed out pamphlets attacking me, and dispatched an American private detective - an ex-Los Angeles police officer - to Britain to frighten and smear the source who had helped me expose their activities.