The apology of Lord Lucan

Were it not for the murder, I think I might have enjoyed the notoriety. At times, it used to seem as if I were the Scarlet Pimpernel – ‘We seek him there, we seek him there’ – and with that came the delicious knowledge that I, Lord Lucan, was the only man on earth who truly possessed the answer to this conundrum. But as it is, blameless Sandra is dead, and the knowledge of that has entirely soured any pleasure that I might have taken at becoming, quite literally, a legend in my own life-time. So before I begin this story proper, I would like to apologise most profoundly to Sandra’s friends and relatives for the hell that I’ve put them through. I apologise to my wife and to my children. And, not that it’s worth a damn, but if I could, I would also apologise to Sandra.   Sandra, I’m sorry.