Playbill
March, 1960
Commander Ian Fleming--tall, charming, Continental-suited, profoundly British, profoundly sophisticated, radiating his Eton and Sandhurst background--dropped by the Playboy Building and was properly impressed by the smart decor and the uncommon beauty of the receptionists and secretaries. "I'm doing a piece for The London Times on The Wicked Cities," he told us. "I don't suppose you could introduce me to any of the Mafia chaps?" We would have liked to, but we lead a cloistere...
