5 SEPTEMBER 1941, Page 10

I can picture Reza Shah at this moment strolling sulle

up and down the gravelled pathways of his garden at 'Shinar his great frame clad loosely in light khaki, his forgers to with a frail necklace of amber beads, his eyes discoloured dyspepsia and mortification. The vicissitudes of Persian hist are in truth amazing. For while Reza Shah stalks lonely tin the snow pinnacles of the Elburz, Prince Hassan of P the head of the Qajar dynasty, the descendant of Fath Ali S sits in a small room in a small house in a small Welsh t reading Horizon, and supporting his exile with that dignity, that patient fatalism, which is the heritage of ttis act