A very personal sort of memoir this, not a rounded biography, written by the author of British Agent (best known of many works), close observer of the tragedy of Czechoslovakia's rise and fall, and intimate friend of Jan Masaryk. While his devotion and admiration is dominant, he is clear sighted as to young Masaryk's early playboy attitude, his tendency to hero-worship, uncritically, his suave gift for making friends, but his lack of brilliance in planning. He shows the youth developing under his varied roles, growing to maturity as a diplomat, a trouble-shooter, in England, his adherence to an ideal, but his occasional vacillation in developing ways and means. The reminiscence high-spots the events that influenced him most but the author makes no attempt to analyze his political convictions, his emotional confusion, the details of his personal tragedy. One feels that Lockhart is convinced that he chose suicide as a way out, rather than accepting the idea that it was murder. A warm, human portrait emerges, and the whole throws a good deal of light on the Czechoslovakia tragedy. But it is not as critical a study, nor as penetrating as one might wish.