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I usually avoid dedications because, if they are not bare statements, they are too apt to involve a grace of florid expression at variance with sincerity; but this novel seems to me to be insisting on a few words, since it is based on a play the success of which has formed one of the happiest and most important milestones of my career. At once, however, I find myself confounded. To whom shall I dedicate the book? To my wife, who shares with me the fruits of this success? To Mr Leon M. Lion, whose skill and experience materialised those fruits? To the actors and actresses, without whose co-operation all this good fortune could not have been achieved? Or to the original ‘Ben,’ who could never have been born in my mind had I not met him somewhere—but I cannot say where—on some uncharted, unrecorded journey?

The task of selection is beyond me. In joyous despair I dedicate this book to all!

J.J.F.