"Have you ever shot a lion with a bandaged paw?"
Sipping a drink in the bar of Jerusalem's King David Hotel, Richard Usborne caught this strange snatch of conversation from a nearby table. He lost the rest of it in the buzz of barroom talk. That was in May 1941. In the next ten years, the world fought the bloodiest war in its history, the British Empire nearly went down to defeat, the King David Hotel (bar included) was badly damaged by a terrorist bomb. But Richard Usborne, an advertising man, never stopped worrying about what could possibly be the story...
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