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more than two months and that we need not
I had gone to the British Consul, who had given
me a paper with which I could identify myself and
get back to England. The time for registration had
expired and one day two policemen appeared at my
studio and took Edgar and me off to the police
station. I was locked up for the afternoon and
asked what I knew about him. He produced the
birth certificate with the German name on it, and
as they knew that he had known many Germans
as we all did, they thought that he was a spy.
They asked him to hand over his gun. He pro-
duced two dirty handkerchiefs and one sou. They
let me out later on, but threw him into the Prefec-
ture which was filled with all kinds of people who
could not produce papers. They slept on straw, all
together. There were millionaires with gold watches,
and every kind of person, and there they waited till
something happened. I was so unhappy that my
American sculptress asked me to stay with her and
her husband, and fed me, and they were very kind as
I had no idea how long Edgar would be kept in
prison, or what would happen afterwards. I col-
lected enough money to get my fare to England. This
was an appalling prospect as it meant returning
home and I really began to think that my life was
at an end. The future seemed completely without
hope of any kind.
I took the train to Dieppe. When I got there I
found that there were no boats going to England.
I had about twenty francs. A porter took me to a