CATALA. 1
qTHE AUTHOR AS ]IE APPEARED ON THE D.y OF
HIS RELEASE FROM RUHLEBEN.
From an oflicial photograph taken by the German Government
for attaehment to the passport. The embossed imprint of the
stamp of the Kommandantur of Berlin may be seen.
Frotispi c
SIXTEEN MONTHS IN
FOUR GERMAN PRISONS
WESEL
SENNELAGER
KLINGELPUTZ
RUHLEBEN
NARRATED BY
HENRY C. MAHONEY
CHRONICLED BY
FREDERICK A. TALBOT
AUTHOR OF "' FHE NEW GARDEN OF CANADA,"
CONQUESTS OF SCIENCE," E I'C.
LONDON AND EDINBURGH
SAMPSON LO\V, MARSTON & CO., LTD.
x9x7
TO
MY WIFE AND CHILDREN
WHO WAITFD PATIENTLY AND ANXIOUSLY
FOR "DADDY," AND TO
A FRIEND,
STILL LANGI'ISHING IN RI'HLEBEN, TO
V'HOM I OV'E lXlY LIFE
PRISONER'S NOTE
IT was whilst suffering the agonies of solitary confine-
ment in the military prison of Wesel that I first decided
to record my experiences so that readers might be able
to glean some idea of the inner workings and the treat-
lnent meted out fo out unfortunate compatriots who
were travelling in Germany af the outbreak of war and
who have since been interned.
From the moment of my decision I gathered all
the information possible, determining at the first
opportunity fo escape to the Old Country. As will be
seen I have fo a degree been successful.
Odng to the grossly inaccurate and highly coloured
reports which have been circulated from rime fo rime
regarding the lire and treatment of prisoners of war, the
story has been set out in a plain unvarnished form.
There are no exaggerations whatever. Much of the
most revolting detail has been eliminated for the
simple reason that they are unprintable.
In nearly every instance names have been suppressed
Only initials have been indicated, but suflîcient descrip-
tion is attached fo enable personal friends of those who
are still so unfortunate as fo be incarcerated fo identify
them and their present situation. Likewise, in the
cases where I received kind treatment from Germans,
initials only have been introduced, since the publication
of their names would only serve fo bring punishment
upon them.
H. C. M.
CHRONICI,ER'S NOTE
ON Friday afternoon, July 31, 1914, I shook hands
in farewell vith my friend Henry C. Mahoney. He
was going to Warsaw and was full of enthusiasm con-
cerning the new task which was fo occupy him for at
least three months. Owing to his exceptional skill and
knowledge, practical as well as theoretical, of photo-
graphy in all its varied branches, he had been offered,
and had accepted an important appointment abroad in
connection with this craft--one which ruade a profound
appeal to him. Despite the stormy outlook in the
diplomatic world he felt convinced that he would be
able to squeeze through in the nick of time.
Althougll he promised to keep me well informed of
his movements months passed in silence. Then some
ugly and ominous rumours came fo hand to the effect
that he had been arrested as a spy in Germany, had
been secretly tried and had been shot. I did not
attach any credence to these vague, wild stories. I
knew he had never been fo Germany belote, and was
au courant with the harmless nature of his mission.
A year elapsed before I had any definite news.
Then fo my surprise I received a letter from him dis-
patchecl from the Interned British Prisoners Camp at
Ruhleben. As a marrer of fact I learned subsequcntly
that he had previously written six letters and postcards
to me, but none had reached me; most likely they
had been intercepted and suplressed by the German
authorities.
The letter intimated that he had prepared a
voluminous account of his experiences. Two or three
days later I learned from another source that
he had been " having a hard, rough, and exciting
5
CHRONICLER'S NOTE
tilne," and that he could relate one of the most
fascinating and sensational stories concerning the
treatment meted out to out compatriots by the German
authorities. I also learned that a closely written
diary and a mass of other papers vere on their wav to
lne; that they werc in sale keeping just over the fron-
fier, the bearer waiting patiently for the most favourable
moments to smuggle them into safety. This diary
and othcr documents contaiued material which he
desired me to make public with all speed in order to
bring home to the British public a vivid impression
of what our fellow-countrymen were suffering in the
German prison camps.
The papers never reached me. "Vhy, is related
iii the following pages. In prosecuting discreet
cnquiries to discover thcir whereabouts I learned,
carly in October 1915, that " Mahoney will be home
belote Christmas." My informant declined to vouch-
sale any furthcr particulars beyond the cryptic remark,
,« Hc's got something smart up his sleeve.
Knowing full well that my ffiend was a man of
infinite resource and initiative I was not surprised to
learn a week or tvo later that " Ruhleben kaew
Mahoney no longer." He had got away. His plans
had proved so successful as to exceed the sanguine
anticipations which he had formêd.
On December 9, I915, the day after his return to
his wife and children, who had been keyed up to the
highest pitch of excitement by the welcome news, we
met again. His appearance offcred convincing testi-
mony as to the privations he had suffered, but I was
completely surprised by the terrible tale he unfolded.
When the story narrated in the following pages was
submitted to the publishers they received it with
incredulity. After making enquiries concerning Mr.
Mahoney's credentials they accepted his statements
as being accurate, but my friend, to set the matter
beyond all dispute, insisted upon making a statutory
declaration as to their accuracy in every detail.
CHRONICLER'S NOTE 7
People in these islands were stirred to profound
depths of horror by the cold-blooded murders of Nurse
Cavell and Captain Fryatt, of whose trials nothing
was heard until the sentences had been executed. A
certain amount of curiosity bas been aroused concerning
the Teuton methods of conducting these secret trials.
Henry C. Mahoney passed through a similar experience,
although he escaped the extreme penalty. Still, the
story of his trial will serve to bring home to the publie
some idea of the manner in which Germany strives
to pursue ber campaign of frightfulness behind closed
doors.
FREDERICK A. TALBOT.
CONTENT$
£HAPTKR
PRISON ONE--\VESEL
P&K
ARRESTED AS A SP( . II
COMMITTED TO WESEL PRISON 29
HoIv GERMANY DRIVES lIER PRISONERS LD 44
SECRET MIDNIGHT TRIAL . (30
WAITING TO BE SHOT 74
VlI.
vnI.
IX.
x.
xI.
xii.
xIII.
XlV.
xv.
PRISON TWO--SENNELAGER
THE BLACK HOLE OF GERMANY
OUR " LUXURIOUS HOTEL " . 9I
BREAKING US IN AT SENNELAGER 10 5
BADGERING THE BRITISH HEROES AT MONS 119
THE PERSECUTION OF THE PRIESTS 136
TYING PRISONERS TO THE STAKE--
THE FAVOURITE PUNISHMENT 148
THE REIGN OF TERROR . . i6 5
THE REIGN OF TERROR--CONTINUED 180
" THE ]LOODY IIGHT OF SEPT. II " . 196
THE GUARDIAN OF THE CAMP . . 209
THE AFTERMATH OF THE IITH . 225
xvI.
xvn.
PRISON THREE--KLINGELPUTZ
FREE ON «« PASS " IN COLOGNE .
RE-IMPRISONED AT I(INGELPUTZ
PRISON FOUR--RUHLEBEN
XVIII. THE CAMP OF ABANDONED HOPE . .
XIX. ORGANISING THE COMMUNAL CITY OF RUHLE-
BEN .
XX. How I IV/.ADE MONEY IN RUHLEBEN CAMP .
8
237
253
266
280
3oi
LIST OF II.LUSTRATIONS
The Author as he appearcd on the Day of his Re-
lease from Ruhleben .... Froitispiece
FACE PAGN
198
" The Bloody Night of September II, 1914 "
The Aftermath of the " 131oody Night " . 226
Facsimile of the Pass issued by the German authori-
ries fo the Author on his leaving Sennelager for
C61n-on-Rhein . . . 238
9
SIXTEEN MONTHS IN FOUR
GERMAN PRISONS
PRISON ONEwWESEL
CHAPTER I
ARRESTED AS A SPY
" Start August First. Book tickets immediately."
Such were the instructions I received af Brighton
early in July, 1914, from Prince . A few days
previously I had spent considerable rime with this
scion of the Russian nobility discussing the final
arrangements concerning my departure to his palace
in Russia, where I was to devote two months to a
special matter in which he was deeply interested, and
which involved the use of special and elaborate photo-
graphic apparatus, microscopes, optical lantern and
other accessories. I may mention that the mission
in question was purely of scientific import.
During the discussion of these fanal arrangements
a telegram was handed fo the Prince. He scanned if
hurriediy, j umped up from his seat, and apologising
for Iris abruptness, explained that he had been suddenly
called home. He expressed the hope that he would
shortly sec me in Russia, where I was promised a
fine rime, but that he would instruct me the precise
date when fo start. Meanwhile I was urged fo complete
my purchases of the paraphernalia which we had
decided to be imperative for out purpose, and he
handed me sufficient funds fo settle all the accounts
in connection therewith. That night the Prince bade
me farewell and hurried off fo catch the boat train.
II
FOUR GERMAN PRISONS
My next communication from him was the brief
instruction urging me to start on August I. 1
Shortly after his departure there were ominous
political rumblings, but I, in common with the grcat
majority, concluded that the storm would blow over
as it had done many rimes before. Moreover, I was
so pre-occupied with my confing task as to pay scanty
attention to the political baromctcr. I completed
the purchase of the apparatuses, packed them securely,
and arranged for their dispatch to meet me at the
train. Then I remained at home to await develop-
ments. I was ready to start at a moment's notice,
having secured my passport, on which I was dcscribed,
for want of a better terre, as a" Tutor of Photography,"
and it was duly viséd by the Russian Embassy.
Although the political sky grew more and more
ominous I paid but little attention to the black clouds.
The receipt of instructions to start at once galvanised
me into activity to the exclusion of all other thoughts.
I booked my passage right through fo destination
Warsawand upon making enquiries on July 3ISt
was assured that I should get through all right.
I left Brighton by the 5.IO train on Saturday after-
noon, August ist. There was one incident at the station
wlfich, although it appeared to be trivial, proved sub-
scquently of far reaching significance. In addition to
many cameras of different types and sizes stowed in my
baggage I carried three small instruments in my pockets,
one being particularly small. I had always regarded
this instrument with a strange affection because, though
exceedingly small and slipping into a tiny space, it was
capable of excellent work. As the train was moving from
the station I took two parting snapshots of my wife and
t I bave never heard since from the Prince. A day or two after
the outbreak of war, upon joining the Russian forces, he, x5th an
observer, ascended in an aeroplane--he was aa enthusiastic and
sldlled aviatorto conduct a reconnaissance over the German
lines. He was never seen nor heard oI again. Searching enquiries
bave been ruade without result, and now it is presumed that he was
lost or killed.--It. C. II.
ARRESTED AS A SPY 13
family waving me farewell. -It was an insignificant
incident over which 1 merely smiled at the time, but
rive days later I had every cause to bless those parting
:naps. One often hears about lire hanging by the pro-
verbial thread, but hot many lives bave hung upon two
snapshot photographs of all that is dearest to one, and
a few inches of photographic film. Yet it was so in my
case. But for those two tiny parting pictures and the
unexposed fraction of film I should bave been propped
against the wall of a German prison to serve as a target
for Prussian rifles t
Upon reaching Victoria I round the evening boat-
train being awaited by a large crowd of enthusiastic
and war-fever stricken Germans anxious to get back
to their homeland. The fiat had gone forth that all
Germans of military age were to return at once and they
had rolled up en nasse, many accompanied by their
wives, ,«hile there was a fait sprinkling of Russian ladies
also bent upon hurrying home. An hour belote the
train was due the platform was packed with a dense
chattering, gesticulating, singing, and dancing crowd.
Many pictures bave been painted of the 13ritish exodus
from 13erlin upon the eve of war but few, if any, bave
ever been drawn of the wild stampede from 13ritain to
]3eflin wtfich it was my lot to experience.
As the train backed into the station there was a wild
rush for seats. The excited Teutons grabbed at handles
--in fact at anything protruding from the carriages--
in a desperate endeavour to be first on the Iootboard.
Many were carried struggling and kickingalong the
platform. Women were bowled over pell-mell and their
shrieks and cries mingled with the hoarse, exuberant
howls of the war-fever stricken maniacs already tasting
the smell of powder and blood.
More by luck than judgment I obtained admission
to a saloon carriage to find myself the only Englishman
among a hysterical crowd of forty Germans. They
danced whistled, sang and j oked as if bound on a
wayzegoose. Badinage was exchanged freely with
x4 FOUR GERS[AN PRISONS
friends standing on the platform. Anticipatin that
things would probably grow lively during the journey,
I preserved a discreet silence, and my presence was
ignored.
The whistle blew, the locomotive screeched, and the
next moment we were gliding out of the station to'the
accompaniment of wild cheering, good wishes for a
sale journey and speedy return, andthe strains of music
which presently swelled into a roar about " Wacht ara
Rhein." The melody was yelled out with such gusto and
so repeatedly that I hoped I might ever be spared from
hearing its strains again. But af last Nature asserted
hersclf. The throats of the singers grew hoarse and
tired, the song came fo a welcome end, and music gave
way fo vigorous and keen discussion upon the trend of
events, which was maintained, not only during the train
journey, but throughout the cross-Channel passage to
Flushing, which we reached af six o'clock the following
rnorning.
Af the Dutch port the wild excitement and hubbub
broke out with increased virulence. : The report was
circulated that the train now awaiting us would be the
last through express to Berlin. There was a frantic
rush for seats. Men, women, and chfldren participated
in the wild mêlée. The brutal shouts of the men con-
trasted vividly with the high-pitched adjurations of the
women and the wails and cries of the terrified children.
Within a few minutes the train was packed fo suffoca-
tion, hot an inch of standing-room being left, while the
corridors were barricaded with the overflow of baggage
from the guards' vans.
For two hours we stood there scarcely able to breathe.
The heat of the waxing summer's day began to assert
itself, with the result that it was hot long before the
vomen commenced fo show signs of distress. Their
spirits revived, however, as the train commenced fo
move. There was one solace--one and all were ad-
vancing towards home and the discomfort would not
last for long.
ARRESTED AS A SPY I5
So keen was the desire fo get to Berlin that the great
maiority of the passengers had neglected to provide
themselves with any food, lest they sbould lose their
seats or miss the train. But they confident]y expected
that the train would pull up at some station fo enable
refreshments fo be obtained. They were supported
in this belief by the withdrawai of the usual dining car
from the train. Those who trusted in luck, however,
were rudely disappointed. The train refused to stop
af any station. Instead, if evinced a dccided prcference
for intermediate signal posts. It was described as an
express, but a tortoise's crawl would be a gallop in
comparison. If travelled at only a little more than a
walking pace and the stops were maddeningly frequent.
The women and children speedily betrayed painful
evidences of the suffering they were expefiencing, which
became accentuated as we advanced. The close con-
finement rendered the atmosphere within the carriages
extremely oppressive. The weaker men and the women
commenced fo faint but no assistance could be extended
to them. One could move barely an arm or leg. The
afflicted passengers simp]y went off where they were,
sitting or standing, as the case might be, and prevented
from fal]ing by the closely packed passengers around
them, fo corne round as best they could when Nature felt
so disposed. The wails of the children were pitiful.
Many were crying from cramp and hunger, but nothing
could be done fo satisfy them, and indeed the men took
little notice of them.
The arrival--in rime--af the frontier station af Goch
somewhat revived the distressed and drooping. Every-
one seized the opportunity fo stretch the limbs, fo
inhale some fresh air, and to obtain some slight refresh-
ment. The Customs officiais were unusually alert,
harrying, and inflexible. There was the eternai wrang-
ling between the passengers and the officiais over
articles liable to duty and it was somevhat amusing to
me, even with war beating the air, to follow the frantic
and useless efforts of old and experienced travellers
16 FOUR GERMAN PRISONS
to smuggle this, that, or something else through the
fiscal barrier.
The Customs were so far from being in a conciliatory
mood as to be absolutely deaf to entreaty, cajolery,
argument, explanation or threat. They cut the opera-
tions summarily short by confiscating everything liable
to duty. As may be imagined a rich harvest was
garnered at the expense of the luckless returning patriot.
While the Customs were busy the military oflïcials, who
appeared to be swarming everywhere, were equally
exacting. They boarded the train and literally turned
ityinside out. Every man and woman and child was
subjected fo a close personal investigation and cross-
examination. Foreigners were handled with even
greater stress and with less ceremony. I saw four fellow
passengers sorted out and rushed under a military escort
into the waiting room.
Af last if was my turn for military inquisition. I
presented all my credentials, which were scanned from
end to end, turned over, and even he!d up fo the light,
lest there should be something interwoven with the
watermark. I followed the operations with a quiet
amusement, confident in my security, but could hot
resist remarking upon the thoroughness of the search
and the determination to leave nothing to chance. My
passport created the greatest interest. It was dated
July 7th, 1914. The oncial looked at me queerly in
silent interrogation as he placed his finger beneath the
date. I nodded and ruade no comment.
XVith a slight smile of self-satisfaction the oflîcer
turned on his heel and beckoned me to follow him. At
the same moment two soldiers clicked their heels behind
me and I saw that I was already under severe military
suspicion. I was taken to a long-bearded individual
sitting in state on a pedestal. The officer handed to him
the papers he had round upon me. There was a hurried
whisperLug, the superior individual eyeing me narrowly
meanwhile. They compared the date of the passport
with August 2nd, Sunday, the day on which I was travel-
ARRESTED AS A SPY I
ling and also examined the visWof the Russian Embassy
in the corner.
Suddenly the long-bearded officer hurled a torrent
of questions af me and af such a velocity that I was quite
unable fo follow him. Observing that his volcanic
interrogative eruption was non-productive he slowed
down and repeated the questions.
"' Why are you travelling af this rime ? "
"To take up an appointment in Russia. There is the
naine--Prince "
'" Ah I " and his eyebrows were elcvated so much as
to mingle almost with his hair.
"But why have you so much photographic
apparatus ? "
" It is necessary for the work I am taking up."
" Ah!" once again the eyebrow vanished scalp-
wards.
" Have you a camera upon you ? "
"No! "
" Ah ! "another dance of the eyebrows.
He rapped out a short command and belote I was
aware of the circumstance two pairs of hands were run-
ning rapidly over my body and in and out of my pockets
with the dexterity of men who had served a long
apprenticeship under an Artful Dodger. It proved a
blank search. I gave a sigh of relief, because had the
searchers run their hands over the lower part of my
person they would have corne across two cameras,
and my treasured little companion, wrapped in his
leather jacket, alert and ready for silent service,
but concealed in a most unexpected corner. I could
scarcely repress a smile when I recognised that I was
immune from further search. Evidently the Pooh-bah
was somewhat disconcerted at the negative results
achieved, because, after firing one or two other desultory
questions af me, he handed back my passport and other
papers, and told me I could continue my journey.
Desiring fo disarm suspicion completely I did hot
hurry away but lingered around the little court and
18 FOUR GERMAN PRISONS
even indulged in a short idle conversation with my
interlocutor, who, however, somewhat resented my
familiarity. I lounged back to the train, hugely
delighted with myself, more particularly as, quite un-
beknown to the fussy individual dth the beard, I had
snapped a picture of his informal court with my little
camera.
The frontier formalities at last concluded, the train
resumed its crawl, ambling leisurely along for some two
hours, stopping now and then to draw into a siding.
O,1 such occasions troop train after troop train crowded
with soldiers thundered by us en route to Berlin. The
sight of a troop train roused our passengers to frenzy.
They cheered madly, throwing their bats into the air.
The huzzas were returned by the soldiers hanging out of
the windows with all the exuberant enthusiasm of school
boys returning home at the end of the term.
But we were not destined to make a through run to
the capital. Suddenly the train was pulled up by a
military guard upon the line. We were turned out
pell-mell and our baggage was thrown on to the embank-
ment. This proceeding caused considerable uneasiness.
What had happened ? Where were we going ? and
other questions of a similar character were hurled at
the soldiers. But they merely shook their heads in a non-
committal manner. They either did not or would not
know. Our feelings were not improved when the empty
carriages were backed down the line, the engine changed
ends, and ve saw the train steam off in another direction.
The hold-up of the train had taken place at a depress-
ing spot. We were completely stranded, without pro-
visions or any other necessities, and af an isolated spot
where it was impossible to obtain any supplies. The
passengers pestered the guard for information, and af
last the officers, to still any further enquiry, declared
that they were going to do something, to carry us
" somewhere."
Some two-and-a-half hours slipped by when a loud
cheer rang out at the appearance of a train of crazy
ARRESTED AS A SPY x9
carriages which backed towards us. The passengers
scrambled in and ruade themselves as comfortable as
they could. But where was the baggage to go ? The
soldiery had overlooked this item and they surveyed
the straggling mass of bags and trunks littering the
embankment ruefully. But they solved the problem
in their own way. What could not be stacked withi
the trucks would have fo go on top.
We forged ahead once more to pull up at a small
station. Here there was a mad scramble for supplies
and the refreshment room was soon cleared out of its
small stock. On the platform an extortionate German
drove a brisk trade selling small bottles of lemonade
at sixpence a bottle, liore excitement was caused by a
newsvendor mounting a box and holding aloft a single
copy of the latest newspaper which he would sell to the
highest bidder.
Being ignorant of what had transpired since I had
left London I resolved to have that copy. I scrambled
over a pile of baggage and came within arm's length of
the newsvendor. I threw down coins to the value of
2s. Bd., grabbed his paper and vanished before he could
voice a protest. I scrambled back to my car. Here
the paper was snatched from me to be read aloud to the
expectant crowd thirsting for news. There was a tense
silence as the reader ran through the items until he
gravely announced the latest intelligence--Russia and
Germany had declared war. The news was oflîcial.
For a second a profound silence reigned. Then there
broke out a further outburst of wild, maniacal cheering,
above which, however, could be heard hysterical screams
and shrieks from women, especially from those bound
for Russia, which they now realised they would never
reach.
I saw at once that it was hopeless to get to my destina-
tion, as the Russo-German frontier was now closed.
But as it was quite as impossible to turn back I decided
to push on to Berlin there to await events. So far Britain
was not involved and might even keep clear of the tangle.
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This I might say was the general opinion on the train.
The remainder of the iourney to the capital was now
far more exciting, and the animated conversation served
to while away the tedium of the slow travelling, al-
though the latter part was completed in darkness, the
train running into Berlin at 1.3o in the morning of
August 3rd, the journey from Flushing having taken
about 18 hours.
The platIorm at Berlin was over-run with officials
of all sorts and descriptions, ranging from puny col-
lectors fo big burly Iellows smothered with sufficient
braid and decorations to pass as field-marshals. But
one and all seemed to be entrusted with swords too big
for them which clanked and clattered in the most nerve-
racking manner. They strutted up and down the plat-
form with true Prussian arrogance, j ostling the fatigued,
cursing the helpless who lounged in their path, ignoring
the distress of the children, sneering at the pitiful plead-
ings of the women--in fact caring about nothing beyond
their own importance. They disdained to reply to any
question, and said nothing beyond the terse statement
that no more trains were going East to Russia. At this
intelligence the travellers bound for the latter country
collapsed, the maiority, women, flopping upon theix
baggage and dropping their heads in their hands in
grief and utter despair.
Yet, although the authorities were fully aware that
no more trains were going East they ruade no attempt
to cope with the influx of arriving and stranded passen-
gers. They were left fo their own devices. The major-
ity of the women and children were famished, thirsty,
and tired, but the officials resolutely refused to open
the waiting rooms and buffets beIore the usual hour.
Accordingly the travel-tired, grief-stricken women
either threw themselves prone upon the platforms, or
crawled into corridors, sub-ways, and corners to seek
a little repose, using their luggage as head-rests, or
being content with the cold hard steps. The few seats
upon the platform were speedily occupied but the
ARRESTED AS A SPY 21
occupants were denied more than a brief repose. At
the end of 15 minutes officiais came round and emptied
the seats of those in possession to allow othcr parties
to have a quarter of an hour's test.
qaile the worn-out passengers slept the light-
fingered German gentry passed swiftly from bag to bag,
the conditions offering tavourable opportunities for the
light-fingered gentry. They appeared to surfer no
molestation from the officiais, who could plainly see
what was going on, but possibly officialdom regarded
the belongings of tired and exhausted foreigners as
legitimate loot to those who were prepared to take it.
Outside the station the heavier baggage was stacked in
barricades in a wildly haphazard manner with the
heavier articles at the top. These, crushing the lighter
and more fragile packages beneath, spread the contents
of the latter in the roadway to serve as sport for
gamins and other loungers who prowleà around.
The utter chaos was aggravated by the tain which
pelted down with torrential fury. Mothers with their
little children drew closely into corners or sat upon
doorsteps seeking the slightest shelter. As I turneà
out of the station my attention was attracted by a
woman--she had corne up on out trainuwho was sitting
on the kerb, her feet in the gutter, the rushing water
coursing over her ankles, feeding her child at the breast,
and vainly striving to shelter the little mite from the
elements. The woman was crying bitterly. I went up
to ber. She spoke English perfectly. She was Rus-
sian and had set out from England to meet her husband
at Kalish. But she could not get through, she had very
little money, could not speak German, and knew hot
what to do, or what would become of her. I soothed her
as well as I could. There were hundreds of similar
cases around. Notwithstanding their terrible plight
hot a hand was moved by the authorities on their behalf.
They were even spurned and roughly moved out of
the way by the swaggering officiais. It was not until
the British colony got busy the next day that they
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received the slightest alleviation, and the majority,
being strangers in a strange land, were sent back fo
England, the Gerrnans rnutely concurring in the task.
The wild rush frorn the Continent may have precipi-
tated congestion at out ports and railway stations, but
there never could have been that absolute chaos which
reigned at Berlin on the fateful night of the 2nd of
August. Humanity was thrown to the four winds.
The rnuch-vaunted Teuton organisation, sytern, and
scientific control had broken down completely under
the first test fo which if was subjected.
The terrific downpour caused me fo decide fo spend
a few hours in the comfort of an hotel. I hailed a taxi
and jumped in. The car was just moving when the door
was flung open, I was grabbed by the coat-collar and
the next moment round myself skating across the road-
way on rny back. I jurnped up, sornewhat ruffled at
this rude handling, fo learn that if was an officer who
had treated me so uncerernoniously. I had no redress.
Berlin was under martial law. The uniforrn of the
rnilitary carne belote the rnufti of the civilian.
Unable to find another vehicle I turned into the first
place I round open. It was an all-night café. It was
packed fo suffocation with Gerrnan soldiers and the
ferninine underworld of Beflin. There was a glorious
orgy of drunkenness, nauseating and debasing amuse-
ment, and the incoherent singing of patriotic songs.
"l'he other sex appeared to have thrown all discretion
and womanliness fo the winds. A soldier too drunk to
stand was assisted fo a chair which he mounted with
diflïculty. Here he was supported on either side by two
flushed, hilariously-shouting, partially-dressed harpies.
He drew off his belt--his helmet had already gone sorne-
where--and pointing fo the badge he shouted thickly
and coarsely, "Deutschland, Deutschland, Gott mit
uns "--(Germanyi Germany, God is with us). Meta-
phorically he was correct, because the words are printed
upon the belt of every Gerrnan soldier, but if the
Alrnighty was with that drunken, debased crowd that
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night, then Old Nick must have been wearing out his
shoes looking for a job.
When the crowd caught sight of me, which was some
rime after my entrance because I had dropped unseen
into a convenient corner, they rushed forward and urged
me fo participate in their revels. I declined. They had
been hurling distinctly uncomplimentary and obscene
epithets concerning Britain through the room. My
decision was construed into an affront fo the All-Highest.
A big, burly, drunken soldier wanted fo fight me. The
crowd pressed round keenly anticipating some fun. We
indulged in a spirited altercation, but as neither under-
stood what the othcr said, words did not lead to blows.
However, the upshot was the intimation that my room
was preferred to my company. This was received
with enthusiasm, the result being that I ruade the
sudden acquaintance of the pavement outside once
more, being assisted in my hurried departure by
fisticuffs and heavy boots.
I picked myself up and walked until I caught sight
of an hotel. I entered, booked a room, and indulged in
an elaborate wash and brush-up of which I was sorely
in need, following this with a substantial breakfast.
Then I sauntered into the vestibule for a smoke. Three
German oflîcers and a squad of soldiers came clanking
in. There was a short sharp order. One officer
remained af the door while the others disappeared
into the depths of the building.
I went over fo the oflîcer and entered into conversation
with him. He spoke English fluently and was fairly
affable. We discussed things in general and also
the political situation, from which I gathered that
matters were rapidly approaching a climax, and
that there was no telling what would happen next.
This was the first time I had been brought face fo face
with the situation and my outlook was serious. The
oflîcer af last turned to me, and with a friendly smile,
remarked--
" Look here, my English friend, I would advise you
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Don't stop for
to make for your country at once.
anything ! "
" Why ? "'
"' Don't ask questions. Do as I say ! Can't you take
a friendly warning ? Take to-day's train home! If
you don't--well, you may be detained ! "
His advice was expressed in such significant tones
that I looked at him sharply. He answered with
another smile and a shrug which intimated only too
plainly that he had said as much as he dared.
I was debarred from prosecuting the conversation
farther by the rcturn of his comrades with a crowd of
waiters. They were all Russians and they had been
roundcd up by the military. No opportunity was given
them to pack a few necessities. They were arrested
at their tables, while performing their duties, were
corralled and now were off to prison. No one possessed
any more than he stood up in.
I followed them down the street, intending to proceed
to the British Consulate. The streets were full of
soldiers and the air rang with martial music. XVhile
proceeding to the Consulate I became aware that I
was being shadowed. An individual resolutely dogged
me. I had seen him previously but had taken no
serious notice of his presence. Now he began to get a
bit irksome. I bought some picture post-cards and
addressed them fo friends af home, announcing my
immediate return, also introducing brief comments
on the condition of things in Berlin as they appeared
to me. A few hours later I regretted a'iting those
post cards. 1
The Consulate was besieged by hundreds of com-
patriots thirsting for guidance as to what fo do. After
waiting an hour-and-a-half I secured an audience. I
briefly explained my position.
" Get home af once. The train leaves 1.13 mid-day."
Upon my return to England I made enquiries and discovered
that nota stngle one had been received. Undoubtedly they were
stopped by the German military authorities and contnbuted some-
what materially fo my subsequent troubles.H. C. BI.
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" But l've got luggage worth f4oo at the station ! "
" Get home ! "
" But"
" Leave your luggage where it is ! "
" Do you think-----? "
" You take the 1.13 train. Good morning."
Further enquiries convinced me that the 1.13 was
very likely to be the last train which would leave Berlin
for Britain, so I scurried off fo the station fo recover my
luggage. Many of the photographic instruments were
exceedingly valuable because they had been nade
specially. I was bandied from one official fo another.
At last I alighted upon one who knew something. He
led me fo a huge building and flung open the door. It
was stacked from roof fo roof with baggage, which had
been packed in without any semblance of order. I
surveyed the pile ruefully. I asked him if he could
trace my luggage but he shook his head. I held out a
tempting pourboire. It was of no avail. If I wanted
the luggage I could look for it myself. Reflecting that
some six weeks at least would be required to complete
the search I concluded that I should bave fo leave it
behind willy-nilly. So somewhat depressed I prepared
to leave by the 1.13 train.
The express was heavily laden and fo if was attached
a carriage reserved for the military, who were accom-
panying the departing Britishers fo the frontier. Cur-
iously enough, not one of us knew definitely what had
happened. Rumour was busy, but if was inconclusive.
The general feeling was that Britain had taken some
drastic action which must have serious results, otherwise
we should not have been bundled home so hurriedly.
We had been travelling some rime when I noticed a
lady sauntering along the corridor vainly searching for
a seat. I was comfortable, but I instantly surrendered
my place fo assume a standing position in the corridor
where I chatted with several fellow-travellers. I may
say that slung over my shoulder was a black leather
strap carrying a small camera case in the manner
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frequently affected by tourists. Ever after I bave
cursed that innocent looking camera caseæ and certainly
when travelling in the future will avour some other
means of carrying photographic apparatus.
About half-an-hour passed in this way. Then I
observed a young German ambling along the corridor.
He came up to us and entered into an idle conversation.
One by one the others dropped away rom him not
caring to tall with a German. I would have done the
saine but the strange youth would not let me. He
pinned me fo the spot with his conversation. Af first
his questions were extremely innocent, but they soon
became somewhat inquisitive and searching, and were
purposely directed to discover why I was travelling,
where I had been, how long I had been in Germany» and
so orth. As the conversation assumed this turn I came
to the alert. He was a typical German with all the
inexperience of youth, though he doubtless prided him-
self upon his powers of observation, deduction and
cross-examination by apparently idle questions. ]3ut
fo one and all of his interrogations I gave the retort
courteous. His pressing attentions did not escape the
notice of my ellow-travellers within earshot. Lootdng
out of the corner of my eye I saw that they did not regard
this questioning of mysel as being so innocent as it
appeared, lIany were apparently amiliar Sth Oerman
methods of inter-espionage and they extended me silent
warning, by sign, rown, and wink.
The raw youth disappeared and I orgot ail about him.
But to my surprise rive minutes later I saw him return-
ing along the corridor accompanied by a military oflïcial
whom he had evidently brought from the military
carriage attached to the train. They came straight up
to me. The youth pointing directly at me remarled.
" Here he is. See! There»s the camera on his
back ! "
The oflïcer looled at the strap and turning me round
caught sight of the camera case. He nodded in
acquiescence.
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"And I saw him using it," went on the youth
triumphantly. " He has been taking photographs of
the bridges and sentries along the line l "
I was distinctly amused at this charge because it
was absolutely untrue. But I was somewhat impressed
by the strange silence which had settlcd upon my fellow-
travellers and the inscrutable look upon the officer's
face. Something serious was evidently amiss. I turned
to the oftïcer.
" The accusation is absurd. Why! Look at the
windows ! They have been kept closed all the rime
according to the military orders. And you could hot
take a photograph through the closed windows even if
you wanted to. They are too begrimed with dirt."
The oftïcer did not say a word but continued to eye
me narrowly.
I began to feel uncomfortable before that piercing
gaze, so I decided to floor the aspiring detective working
so zealously for the Fatherland and to point out the
danger of jumping at conclusions. I turned to him :
" You say you saw me taking photographs ? "
" Yes, with that camera on your back;"
" You are quite sure ? "
" Yes ! "
I swung the case which had been so offensive to his
eyes round to the front of me.
" Now I'll ask you again. You are quite certain you
saw me taking photographs ? "
"' Ach! I distinctly saw you take the camera out
of the case, take the pictures, and then put it back
again ! " vas his rejoinder given with great emphasis.
I did not attempt to argue any further. I clicked the
catch of the case. The lid flew open. Both the
oftïcer and che youth craned forward expectantly, to
drawback, the oftïcer giving vent to a smothered ejacu-
lation.
The ca»sera case was [ull o[ cigarettes.
Being a heavy smoker I had stocked myself with
cigarettes with which I had filled the camera case. I
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turned them out into my hands leaving the case
empty.
The youth's face was a study. He was so completely
trapped in his lying that he went all colours, while his
jaw dropped. My fellow passengers who had been
watching and listening in profound silence gave expres-
sion to uproarious mirth at the complete manner in
which the immature detective had been bowled out.
But their mirth was misplaced. A German resents dis-
comfiture. The officer, too, was not disposed fo throw
over his subordinate, who undoubtedly had been acting
in accordance with orders. Looking me steadily in the
face the officer placed his hand on my shoulder and in
cold tones said.
" I [ormally charge you with being a sçy in thc Ibay o]
the British Government .t "
CHAPTER II
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To say that I was completely dumbfounded by this
accusation is fo express my feelings very mildly. But,
with an effort, I succeeded in keeping my sang-/roid,
which I ara afraid only served fo convince the officer
that he was correct in his charge.
He assailed me with interrogations, demanded my
passport, and after perusing it closely, enquired vhy I
was travelling fo Russia at such a rime. " \Vhy ! " he
pointed out, " you only left England on August Ist,
when Russia and Germany were on the eve of war ! "
I gave a detailed explanation of my mission, but I
failed fo shake his suspicions. I had to surrender my
ticket for inspection and this caused him fo frown more
heavily than ever.
" Where is your camera ? "
I produced two which were in my pockets, keeping
my tiny companion in ifs secret resting place.
At the sight of the two cameras he gave a smile of
complete self-satisfaction. He handed them to the
guard together with my ticket. Turning on his heel
he remarked
"You'll ask for these articles when you reach
Wesel l"
As he strode clown the corridor the serious character
of my situation dawned upon me. My companions
had already formed their opinions concernlng my
immediate future. All thoughts of the war vanished
before a discussion of my awkward predicament. I
saw that the injunction fo make enquiry for my cameras
and ticket at Wesel, which is an important military
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centre, was merely a ruse to prevent my escape. My
arrest at Wesel was inevitable.
I was carrying one or two other articles, such as a
revolver, about me. I saw that although they were
apparently harmless, and could be fully explained, they
would incriminate me only still more. I promptly got
rid of them. I had half-a-mind to discard my little
camera also, but somehow or other I could not bring
myself to part with this. I thought it might corne ia
useful. Moreover there was very little likelihood of it
being discovered unless I was stripped. So I left it
whcre it was. Afterwards I was thankful I acted upon
second thoughts on that occasion.
The outlook was certainly discouraging and when the
train stopped af Wesel--outside the station I after-
wards discovered--I acted on the impulse for self-
preservation, darted along the corridor, round a place
of concealment and tucked myself in. Now I realise
that this was the worst thing I could have done, but
then my thoughts were centred upon effecting my
escape, in the half-hope that the Germans, unable to
find me, would assume that I had surreptitiously left
thetrain.
But I misjudged German thoroughness, especially
when a suspected spy is the quarry. Fifteen, thirty,
fifty minutes slipped by and still the train did not move.
The other passengers were not being regarded kindly
at my non-appearance. So, stealing out of my hiding
place I sauntered as composedly as I could along the
corridor to corne face to face with the officer, who with
his guard was diligently searching every nook and
cranny and cross-questioning the other passengers.
Directly he caught sight of me he sprang forward, utter-
ing a command. The next instant I was surrounded
by soldiers. I was under arrest.
The ofiïcer gave a signal from a window and the train
pulled into the station. I was hustled unceremoniously
on to the platform, where eight soldiers closed around
me to form an escort and I was marched forward. As
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we crossed the platform the locomotive whistle shrieked,
and about 9.30 p.m. the last train to leave Berlin on
the outbreak of war bore my companions homewards.
Personally I ,vas disposed to regard the whole
episode as a joke, and an instance of Tcuton blind
blundering. The gravity of the situation nevcr struck
me for an instant. I argued with myself that I should
speedily prove that I was the victim of circumstances
and would be able to convince the military of my
bona rides without any great effort.
But as I reflected it dawned upon me that my arrest
had been skilfully planned. The youth on the train,
whom I never saw again, had played but a minor part
in the drama of which I was the central figure. My
departure must have been communicated from Berlin.
Otherwise how should Wesel have learned that a spy
had been arrested ? The station was besieged with a
wildly shouting excited crowd who bawled :
" English spy ! English spy ! Lynch him ! Lynch
him ! "
I was bundled into a military office which had
evidently been hurriedly extemporised from a lumber
room. The crowd outside increased in denseness and
hostility. They were shouting and raving vith all
the power of their lungs. These vocal measures prov-
ing inadequate, stones and other missiles commenced
to fly. They could not see through the windows of the
room so an accurately thrown brick shivered the pane
of glass. Through the open space I caught glimpses
of the most ferocious and fiendish faces it has ever been
my lot to witness. Men and women vied with one
another in the bawling and ground their teeth when they
caught sight of me.
The excitement was intense and the chant" Bring him
out l Give him to us! Let us lynch him! Down
with the English spy ! " even began to grate upon me.
At the time it appeared to me tobe somewhat extra-
ordinary, seeng that we were not at war with Germany,
but it conveyed a graphic illustration of the anti-British
32 FOUR GERMAN PRISONS
sentiment prevailing in the military centre. Indeed,
the crowd became so menacing that my guard became
apprehensive of my safety, and I ,vas hurriedly thrust
into an inner room. My removal there was more abrupt
than dignified. I was hustled to the door. Then a
German soldier, by an adroit movement of Iris rifle which
he held reversed, pricked my leg with the bayonet and
at the same rime brought the butt against my head with
a resounding, thwack ! Simultaneously he let drive with
his heavily-booted foot in the small of my back. I dis-
covered afterwards, from actual experience, that this
is a very favourite movement of the rifle by the
Germans, and is used on every possible occasion.
The outcome of this action was to send me sprawling
headlong into the room to pull up with a crash against
the floor. The entrance was rendered additionally
dangerous to myself because I stumbled over the legs
of several sleeping soldiers. I felt inclined to remon-
strate with the oflïcer-in-charge of the escort at the treat-
ment I was receiving, but the uninviting armed sentry
at the door frustrated my efforts very effectively.
It was an improvised guard-room. The soldiers
sprawled upon the straw littering the floor, striving to
snatch a brief test belote going on duty, sleepily raised
themselves to ascertain the cause of the disturbance.
The sentry told them excitedly the charge upon which I
had been arrested, at which the men turned to blink
wonderingly upon the " Englandische Spion ! " I was
hot sorry when they at last wearied of gazing upon me
as if I were a freak side-show, and sank down to finish
their two hours' test before going on guard once more.
I had barely recovered my senses when the door again
flew open and two further prisoners were injected into th
room in a manner comparable with my own entrance.
They were Hindoo students--young fellows returning
to England after a continental holiday, who had been
detained. Both were somewhat alarmed, but I speedily
composed them. Later there was a repetition of the
performance to adroit three more Indian students. We
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all agreed that the German methods of introduction were
decidedly novel and forceful if informal and unpleasant.
The latest arrivals, however, were detained for only a
short while. They were rich in funds and were equally
astute in their distribution of largesse fo advantage.
Money talked in their instance fo distinct effect. The
three of us who were left maintained a conversation
in whispers and finally came fo the conclusion that the
best thing we could do was fo seek sleep so as fo be fit
for the enquiry which was certain to take place.
I was dog-tired, but the authorities, as represcnted
by the sentries, were not disposed fo let us enjoy what
they were denied. The guard was constantly changing
and the clattering and rasping of orders and commands
repeatedly woke us up. Then again, at frequent inter-
vals, the sentry would enter. Seeing me asleep he
would either give me a prod with his bayonet or a smart
rap with the butt-end of his rifle fo wake me up, the
idea no doubt being to impress upon me the serious
nature of my position and fo inflict upon me the utmost
discomfort.
Being prevented from sleeping and commencing fo feel
the pangs of hunger, having eaten nothing since lunch
upon the train, I asked for something to eat. The
sentry was very sorry but related that food was quite
out of the question because none of the officers in charge
of me from whom he could obtain the necessary
instructions were available.
The absence of the ocers was explained a little
later. They had been searching for an interpreter,
so that I might be put through another inquisition.
This interpreter was about the most incompetent of his
class that one could wish to meet. His English was
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execrable--far worse than Chinese pidginJand he had
an unhappy and disconcerting manner of intermingling
German and English words, while either through a
physical defect or from some other cause, he could not
pronounce his consonants correctly.
I was taken through the usual rigmarole such as I
had at first experienced at Goch. The evidence also,
as usual, was committed to paper. It was a perfunc-
tory enquiry, however, and was soon completed.
Naturally upon its conclusion I considered that I would
be free to resume my ]ourney. I.turned to my inter-
pretcr.
" Now this is all over I suppose I can go ? "
'" Ach !nein zoo tant doh ! "
His Englfsh was so vile that I thought he said and
meant " ah ! at nine you can go ! "
Seeing that it was about eleven o'clock at the rime, I
thought I had better hurry in case there was another
Flushing-bound train. So I scuttled towards the door
only to receive another heavy clout from the sentry's
rifle. What the interpreter really said was '" Ah ! No,
you can't go ! " As I rubbed my bruised head I treated
that interpreter to a candid opinion of his English speak-
ing qualifications, but he did not understand half what
I said.
As I realised nothing further could be done that night
I lay down to snatch another test. But after midnight
my trials and troubles increased. Every few minutes
the door would rattle and be clanked open to adroit an
otficer who had brought a number of friends to see the
latest sensation--the English spies. The friends, who
were brother-otficers, regarded us àth a strange interest,
while the otficer who had charge of me strutted to and
fro like a peacock drawn to his full height, at the unique
greatness thrust upon him, and dwelling at great length
upon the enormity of out offence related a weird story
about my capture.
Upon such occasions I and my two Hindoo coin-
panions were compelled to stand at attention. At
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first I regarded the incident with amusement, but after
we had been through the circus-like performance about
a dozen rimes, it became distinctly irksome, especially
as I was dog-tired. If was with the greatest diflïculty
I maintained my self-control.
About four o'clock in the morning I heard voices
in the adjoining room. Evidently someone in authority
had arrived. I decided to seize the opportunity to
ecure an interview with one who at least would be able
4o give me some satisfaction. I moved smartly towards
the door. The sentry lowered his rifle, but I evaded th
bayonet, I saw a flash and then ail was darkness.
Some time later I woke up. I was lying at full length
upon the floor and my head was singing like a kettle,
while it ached fearfully. I opened my eyes but for some
minutes could descry nothing but stars. As I came
round I made out the dim forms of the two Hindoo stu-
dents bending over me. They were extremely agitated,
but their peace of mind became restored somewhat when
I at last sat up. Then they explained what had hap-
pened. After I had dodged the bayonet the soldier had
swung his rifle round bringing the butt end smartly
down upon my head and had knocked me silly. From
the pain I suffered and the size of the lump which I could
feel I tacitly agreed that I had received a pretty smart
rap.
I felt round for the tin of cigarettes which I had
extemporised to forma pillow belote the incident, but
was suddenly reminded that smoking was very much
verboten. Regarding the tin longingly I absent-mind-
edly opened it. To my surprise I round that the fifty
cigarettes which it had origlally contained had
dwindled down to one! I looked at the sentry and
smiled quietly to myself. Rising to my feet I held out
the open tin to him.
"' You've been helping yourself while I bave been
asleep and I think you might as well take the last one,"
I muttered sarcastically.
The phlegmatic sentry looked at me cunningly. His
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face lapsed into a broad grin. Growling " danker ! "
(thank you ! ) he calmly took it and lighted up. From
this incident I discovered that even a thick-skulled, dull-
witted German infantryman has a bump of humour.
The din which still reigned around the station told
me that the crowd vas impatient to see me. In Iact
Bedlam appeared to have been let loose. The nevs of
my capture had spread through Wesel like wildfire,
and public animosity and hostility towards me had risen
to fever-heat. During the night the crowd had swollen
considerably, and it clung tenaciously fo the station in
the hope of having some glorious fun at my expense.
At six o'clock an officer entered with one or
two subordinates and a squad of soldiers. Certain
formalities had to be gone through in which I played
a prominent part. These completed the oflïcer stood
before me with all the pomposity he could command
and delivered a harangue af high speed in a worrying
monotone. To me it was gibberish, but one of the
men who could speak English informed me that the
gist of his wail was the intimation that " if I moved a
pace fo the right, or a pace to the left, or fell back
a pace, or hurried a pace during the match to the Wesel
Arresthaus--Wesel Prison--I would be shot down
immediately." I mentally decided fo obey the in-
junction fo the absolute letter, and must adroit that
never before or since during my life bave I walked
such a straight line.
With four soldiers behind with lowered bayonets,
four in front and two on either side we moved out of
the station. The clock was chiming seven, but the
droning of the clock was drowned by the howls of
rage, snarlings, screeches, shrieks and groans of fury
which went up from the mob the moment they caught
sight of us. Despite my self-control I winced.
Directly we gained the roadway an ugly rush
was ruade. I thought I was doomed to be torn
limb from limb, for I was overwhelmed by a sea of
itching hands, shaking fists, and gnashing teeth.
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The escort wavered and was all but overwhelmed.
Although it quivered ominously before the mob
assault it stood its ground. Swinging their rifles over
their heads the soldiers lashed out vith the butt-ends.
A sharp order rang out. We turned about and hastily
returned to the station. Here the oflïcer delnanded a
double escort, which was granted, and we ruade
another attempt to reach the Arresthaus.
But the increased parade of military power only
served to infuriate the crowd still more. "fhey surged,
swayed, and pressed, and howled, groaned, and shrieked
as if bereft. Baulked in thcir desire to snatch us from
the soldiers they began to fling missiles of all descrip-
tions. Fortunately they were too excited to throw
with pronounced accuracy, although my two Hindoo
companions and I were struck several rimes with
vegetables. Then a bottle came singing through the
air. I ducked, but it struck the soldier beside me full
on the side of the face to shatter into a score of pieces.
The blow was so terrific as to cause a gaping wound
in the soldier's face, extending from his temple to his
chin. The blood spurted out. The wounded man
saluted, and requested the ofiïcer to permit him to
drop out to bave his wound dressed. But the officer
curtly refused, and so the unfortunate soldier was
compelled to walk, or rather to stumble, beside me,
the blood pouring from his lacerated face.
As we turned into the square immediately facing
the entrance to the prison I blanched. The mob
which had gathered here was so dense, and was lashed
to such a high pitch of vicious fury, that I felt con-
vinced we should have to succumb to overwhelming
numbers. The air was thick with missiles, and the
soldiers suffered severely, although we three prisoners
were hot ofterl struck. The soldiers tolerated the
fusillade with the best grace they could command for
some rime, but even their endurance had its limits,
and at last they turned. But the crowd was by no
means daunted. By hook or by crook they intended
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to prevent us reaching the prison, and, they having
closed behind us, we were completely hemmed in.
,« Our last chance! Give them to us! English
spies t Seize them, comrades ! Lynch them ! Lynch
them 1" were the coarse cries which rang out xàthout
ceasing.
It was a thrilling and critical moment. The mass
of screaming men and women was now so dense that
we could hOt more. The soldiers could no longer
evcn swing their rifles. The outstretched hands of
the mob were snapping and tearing within an inch or
two of my coat. Had I swayed a trifle they must
have grasped me.
A shrill whistle rang out. The prison door was
flung open and a number of soldiers came out at the
double with arms lowered, while the oflîcers were
waving their swords. The crowd around the entrance
fcll back, and the next moment a passage was being
cleaved through the mass of raving humanity. This
sudden appearance of extra force created a diversion
of which out escort took advantage. We slipped
through the gap which had been cut in the crowd, and
the next moment were in the prison. As the gare
closed with a resounding bang I gave a sigh of relief.
We were sale from mob violence whatever other rate
might be in store for us. Personally, although I passed
through many exciting experiences subsequently, and
was often a victim of Prussian brutality, I regard
that match from the station to the prison at Wesel as
the most dangerous few minutes which I have ever
encountered.
We were promptly taken into an office and subjected
to another inquisition. The questions were merely
repetitions of those I had already answered half-a-
dozen rimes previously. Then I was submitted to my
second search. I was ordered to throw my hands
above my head, a bayonet point being held at rny
stomach to cnforce the command. Searchers went
adroitly through my pockets, taking everything which
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they contained. These included a batch of letters
which I had received just before starting from home,
and which I had thrust into iny pockct fo rcad at
leisure during the j ourney.
These letters provoked a considerable amount of
whispering, head-sha "king, wise smiles, and significant
noddings. No one could read a word of English--
but that was immaterial. In the wisdom of their
conceit these inquisitors considered the communica-
tions to be fully incriminating, and the frequent
recurrence of the word " Russia " in the letters con-
vinced them that my guilt was now fully and truly
established beyond a shadow of a doubt. The various
articles were carefully wrapped up and tied with blue
ribbon. Knowing the significance of red-tape at home,
I concluded that this was the trussian analogue of
out official preference. Afterwards, however, I was
told that " blue " ribbon was employed for a specific
purpose--the sealing of articles and goods belonging
to one arrested on the charge of espionage. How far
this is true I do hot know, but I did observe that in
every instance blue ribbon was employed to secure the
parcels belonging to spies.
My two cameras were regarded with reverent awe.
As they were being examined I urged them to be
careful. I suggested that they should allow me to
develop the films, but this proposal was regarded with
consternation and emphatic negative head-shakings.
The autholdties would see to that.
Suddenly there was intense excitement. One of the
searchers had drawn a watch-like contrivance from
my waistcoat pocket. It was hot a watch, because it
had no dial or works, but something which was quite
foreign to them. First they dropped it as if fearing
it might explode. Then finding that the fall brought
about no ill-effects they approached it warily, picked
if up gingerly, and held it to their ears. It did hOt
tick. Then they shook it, banged it on the desk,
studied it closely with a wise, old-owlish look, and at
4 ° FOUR GERlXIAN PRISONS
last, shaking their heads quizzically, consigned if to
wrapping paper and sealed it with the blue ribbon.
Despite my serious predicament I could not refrain
ffoln indulging in an outburst of laughter which only
served fo annoy them still further. The mystery
was nota new type of infernal machine as they imagined
but mercly a home-made actinometer! It was
contrived from an old cheap watch-case, while the
strange contents were merely strips of paper which had
been soaked in a solution of potassium bichromate !
These preliminaries completed, my two companions
and I were paraded before another pompous oflïcial
'ho, likê the majority of his ilk, was smothered with
decorations. Drawing himself fo his full height he
fired a tirade at us for several minutes without taking
the slightest pause for breath. What it was ail about
I do not know. He spoke so rapidly, and so in the style
of a gramophone, that I came to the conclusion he was
in the habit of holding forth in this strain at intervals
of every few minutes. But his manner was so
mcnacing as to lead me to apprehend that no Ieelings
of affection or hospitality were to be extended towards
IlS.
His speech completed, he shouted an order. Soldiers
hurried in, and at the word of command they
commenced to load their rifles. I was quite at a loss
to understand this action, but my heart thumped and
a queer, indescribable feeling came over me. I felt
sick and faint, especially when I saw the men, upon
completing loading, form up in two lines. Like a
flash it davned upon me that according to German
military forrn I had been round guilty of the charge
levelled against me, and that the harangue of the
pompous individual was no more or less than the
promulgation of my death sentence! For what else
could these men have loaded their rifles so ostentatiously ?
And why were there so many soldiers ? Their numbers
plainly indicated the firing party.
My eyes grew dira with tears in spite of myself.
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Visions of my wife and family at home, waiting and
momentarily expecting " Daddy," who had notified
them of his return, flitted through my brain. A lump
rose in my throat and for the first rime I was within an
ace of breaking-down. But smothering my thoughts,
I pulled myself together. Assuming a bravado I was
far froln feeling, I demanded to see the Commandant.
To my surprise the request was granted. This function-
ary was seated at his desk in a corner of the room, and
I was escorted fo him. Seeing me he curtly demanded
what I wanted.
" Can I oEite to my wife ? "
The officer who accompanied me explained the
situation, and although I did not understand what
transpired I caught the words " Englische Spion!"
The Commandant glared at me.
" Where is she ? " he roared.
" In England ! "
" England ! " and the word, full of venom and hate,
burst out like the cork from a pop-gun. " Nein!
Certainly not! It is impossible ! Get out ! "
Assisted by a vigorous prod I was brought alongside
my two companions.
The soldiers lined up to march. My head was
swimming, but all thoughts of my own plight were
dispelled by an incident which was as unexpected as
it was sudden. At the command " March " one of
the two Indian students, positive that he was now
going to his doom, staggered. I caught him as he
fell. He dropped limply to the ground, half-dead with
fright, and with his face a sickly green.
"Are we going tobe shot? Are we going tobe
shot ? " he wailed agonisedly.
He clutched the sleeve of a soldier, who, looking
down and evidently understanding English, motioned
negatively. Then he added as an afterthought,
" Not now ! "
\Vhile his negative head-shake revived my drooping
spirits, his words afterwards sent them to zero once
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more. I hardly knew whether to feel relieved or
otherwise. It would have been far better had the
soldier curbed his tongue, because his final words kept
us on the rack of suspense.
We were hust]ed out of the room. As we passed
out I glanced at the clock. It was just nine o'clock--
Tuesday morning, August 4. I shall never forget the
day nor the hour. Like sheep we were driven and
rushed downstairs, the guards assisting out faltering
steps with sundry rifle prods and knocks. We tramped
corridors, which seemed tobe interminable, and at
last canle to a ponderous iron gare. Here we were
halted, and the military guard handed us over to the
gaolers. We passed through the gares, which closed
with a soul-smashing, reverberating bang.
Over the top of this gare I had noticed one of those
mottoes to which the German is so partial. I do hot
recall the actual words, but I was told that it was
something to do with crime and punishment. It
would have been far more appropriate had it been
inscribed "Main entrance to Hell. No pass-out
checks ! " According to many accounts which reached
my ears during the succeeding few days, many entered
those gates, but few passed out alive. I can sub-
stantiate this from my own observations, which are
duly narrated, while my experience was suflïcient to
vouch for its similarity to Hades.
This gate gave approach to a long corridor, flanked
on either side by cells. This corridor is facetiously
nick-named by the prisoners as " Avenue of the
Damned," because it is in these cells that the tenants
await their doom. I was separated from my two
companions, who were already being treated more
leniently than myself, the case against them being
obviously very rhin, and was brought to a stop belote
cell " No. II."
The massive door swung open, and accompanied by
four soldiers I entered. The door closed, there was a
grating in the lock, and we were alone. Even now I
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could hot keep back a smile. Although I had been
thrust into the cell, together with four armed soldiers,
and the door had been bolted and barred, I turned at
the ound of a slight click. The head gaoler, who had
ushered us in and had locked the door upon us,
according fo the regulations of the prison, had
opened the peep-hole to satisfy himself that I was
safely inside t
CHAPTER III
IIOW GERMANY DRIVES HER PRISONERS MAD
TtlE soldiers had accompanied me into the cell fo
complete the preliminaries which comprised the final
search. This involved my transition to a state of
nature. My frock coat was removed and all pockets
furthcr examined. The seams and lining were closely
investigated while even the buttons were probed to
make ccrtain they concealed nothing of a dangerous
nature. In a few minutes they discovered my silent
companion, the tiny camera, which I had deftly
removed from its secret hiding-place to a rail pocket
in my coat, as I did not wish to have it round in its
hiding-place, which would bave been far more incrimin-
ating. I had done this while coming down the steps
fo the cells. Also I had extracted the exposed film
and had placed this in a spot where it was absolutely
sale from discovcry.
When the soldiers alighted upon the instrument
they were sorely puzzled. All my pockets had been
turned inside out in the room upstairs and now this
camera had been brought to light. They shook their
heads completely baffled, and looked at me meaningly.
But my face was inscrutable.
Every garment was subjected fo a rigorous search.
Yet beyond the camera they round nothing. Certainly
no papers were brought to light. There was no mis-
taking their bitter disappointment ; this was plainly
written upon their faces. My watch was prized open,
and the works were turned out, while a photograph
of my wife and children was torn from the back case
fo make certain there was nothing concealed belliad
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GERMANY DRIVES PRISONERS MAD 45
it. My shirt was turned over and over and held up
to the light to be examined inch by inch for any traces
of secret writing. But all to no purpose. From their
mortification and behaviour I surmised that they had
been promised a monetary reward if they succeeded
in finding anything in writing. And now they were
destined to go empty-handed. Thereupon, afler laying
their heads together for a few seconds, they drew
pencil and paper from their pockets and commenced
writing.
I was suspicious of this action. To me it was
palpable that, animated by the lure of money an,1 ioiled
in their efforts, they vere prepared to go e length
of concocting evidence against me. At ledit I thought
so, and summarily frustrated their action. I went
to them and by the aid of signs dcmonstrated that I
wanted the paper torn up, or I would ring the emer-
gency bell and summon the head gaoler to explain
matters. They apparently did not relish my threat,
because they instantly tore the paper to shreds.
By the rime their search vas completed I was stripped
to the skin. But I was not permitted to re-dress.
Evidently they concluded that I might have pockets
in my epidermis because they went over me, inch by
inch, resorting to actions which were wholly unnecessary
and which were revolting, degrading, and demoralising
to the last degree--such actions as one would hardly
expect even from the lowest animals. During the
process they j oked and gibed freely at my expense.
Although it was with the utmost difficulty I controlled
my feelings, my blood soon began to boil, rapidly
rising to fever heat, when they descended to familiari-
ries and personalities which flesh and blood could not
stand. I suffered their indignities as long as I could.
Then unable to contain my rage any longer I threw
myself at the leader of the party, pitching into him
vith all the strength I could command. I pommelled
him unmercifully with my fists and he began to howl
somewhat vociferously. His comrades were too sur-
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prised af my unexpected rebellion fo extend assistance,
until af last thcir dull wits took in the situation.
I caught a glimpse of ont of the soldiers grasping his
rifle. I sav it flash in the air--I remembered no more.
When I awoke I was lying stark naked upon the
floor of my cell. My head was racking and throbbing
like a hammer. Raising my hand to my forehead I
sharply withdrew it. It was quite wet, and as I looked
more closely, I saxv that it was blood. I felt again
and found my face clotted and my hair reeking wet
from a ragged wound on the head. Evidently the
soldier whose rifle I had seen swinging through the
air, had brought it down heavily upon my skull,
felling me like an ox. How long I had lain unconscious
I never knev, but it must bave been for some rime,
iudging from the quantity of blood I had lost, which
was partially congealed on my face, neck and shoulders.
I shivered with the cold and collecting my senses
I commenced fo dress my wound. For bandages I
had to tear my shirt to ribbons. I swabbed the ragged
vound as well as I could, and then bound it up. Weary
and faint from loss of blood I dressed myself with
extreme difficulty and then proceeded to examine my
present abode.
We are familiar with the cramped quarters at the
Tower of London into which our medieval sovereigns
were wont to thrust our ancestors who fell foul of
authority. Wesel Prison is the German counterpart
of our famous quondam fortress-prison. The cells
are little, if any, larger than those in the Tower, and
are used to this day. Iy residence measured about
nine feet in length by about four and a half feet in
width, and was approximately ten feet in height--
about the size of the entrance hall in an average small
suburban residence. High up in the wall was a -indow
some two feet square. But it admitted little or no
daylight. It was heavily barred, while outside
was a sloping hood which descended fo a point well
below the sill, so that ail tàe light which penetrated
GERMANY DRIVES PRISONERS MAD 47
into the cell was reflected from bclow against the black
interior of the hood. In addition there was a glazed
window, filthy dirty, while even the slight volume of
light which it permitted to pass was obstructed
further by small-mesh wire nctting. Consequently
the interior was wrapped in a dismal gloom throughout
the greater part of the day, through which one could
scarcely discern the floor when standing upright.
After daylight vaned the cell was enveloped in Cim-
lnerian blackness until daybrcak, no lights bcing
permitted.
The bed comprised three rough wooden planks, void
of all covering and mattrcss, and raised a fcw inchcs
above the floor. The other appointmcnts were cx-
ceedingly meagre, consisting of a small jug and basin
as well as a small sanitary pan. High on the wall was
a broken shclf. That was all. The wall itself was
about two feet in thickness and wrought of masonry.
The -alls themselves were covered with inscriptions
written and scratched by those who had been doomed
to this depressing domicile. Some of the drawings
were beautifully executed, but the majority of the
inscriptions testified, far more eloquently than words
can describe, to the utter depravity of many of those
who had preceded me, and who had passed their last
span of lire on this earth within these confines.
A few minutes sufficed to take in these general
features. Then my attention was riveted upon the
floor, and this told a silent, poignant story which it
would be difficult to parallel. The promenade was
less than nine feet--in fact, it was only two tull paces
mand barely twelve inches in width. Consequently
the occupant, as he paced to and fro, trod always upon
the saine spots. And the patterings of the feet in
that short walk had worn the board into hollows at
the treads. I felt those hollows vith my hands, traced
their formation, and despite my unhappy plight
could not refrain from inusing upon the stories which
those hollows could relatestories of abandoned hope,
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frenzy, madness, resignation, suppressed fury, and
pathetic awaiting of the doom which could not be
averted.
Those hollows exercised an irresistible fascination
for me, and when I started to walk they drew my feet
as certainly as the magnet attracts the iron filings.
I would strive fo avoid the hollows and for a few seconds
would succeed, but within a short rime my feet fell
into them. Later I learned from one of my wardens
that the pacings of the criminals condemned to this
and the other cells is so persistent and ceaseless as
fo demand the renewal of the boards at frequent
intervals.
In the United States the third degree has attained a
rcvolting iii-faine. But the American third degree
must be paradise in comparison with what can only be
described as ifs equivalent in Germany. The Teuton
method is far more effective and brutal. The man is
not badgered, coaxed, and threatened in the hope of
extorting a signed confession, but he is condemned
fo lo,leliness, silence and solitude amid a gloom which
can be felt, and which within a short rime eats into
your very soul. Add to this complete deprivation of
exercise and insufficient un-nourishing, food, and one can
gather some faint idea of the effect which is -rought
upon the human body. The German idea is to wear
down a man physically as well as mentally, until af
last he is brought fo the verge of insanity and collapse.
By breaMng the bodily strength and undermining the
mind he is reduced to such a deplorable condition as
to tender him as pliable as putty in the hands of his
accusers. He is rendered absolutely incapable of
defending himself. He fails to realise what is said
against him or the significance of his own words.
His brain is the first to succumb fo the strain, utter
loneliness speedily conducing fo this result, aggravated
by a sensation which is produced by walking the cell,
and which I U describe later. Consequently he
invariably achieves with his om mouth what his
GERMANY DRIVES PRISONERS MAD 49
persecutors desire--his own condemnation. To make
their devilry complete German justice rcsorts to a
final phase which seals the fate of the poor wretch
irrevocably, as I will narrate.
I had been deprived of every belonging. I was denied
paper, pencil and reading material. Solitary confine-
ment in Germany is carried out in strict accordance
with the interpretation of the term. One is left alone
with one's thoughts. At intervals of ten minutes the
gaoler opens the peep-hole and peers within. Conse-
quently you are under constant surveillance, and this
contributes towards the unhinging of the mind, Night
and day, without a break, the peep-hole opens with
mechanical regularity. Not only is all mental exercise
denied but physical exercise as well. All that one can
do towards stretching one's limbs is to pace the tiny
cell. The method is typically Prussian, and is com-
plete in its Prussian thoroughness and devilishness.
I sat down upon my bed with my bleeding, aching
head in my hands, an object of abject misery. Not
a sound beyond the clanging of doors was to be heard,
punctuated at frequent intervals by the dull thud
of blows, as some hapless oEetch was being clubbed,
the shrieks and howls of prisoners, and the groans of
those on the verge of insanity. It was just as if all
the demons of the Nether Regions were at work
worrying and harrying their victims. While rocking
myself to and fro I heard the turning of the key. Thê
gaoler entered with a bowl containing some evil-looking
and worse smelling soup. I ventured to speak, but
he merely glowered threateningly and departed without
uttering a sound. The dinner was revolting, but
recognising that I was considered to be a criminal,
and as such was condemned to prison rare I ventured
to taste the nauseous skilly. I took one mouthful
My nose rebelled at the smell and my stomach rose
into my throat at the taste. One sip was more than
adequate, so I pushed the basin to one side. I threw
myself uport the plank bed. Ten minutes later the
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peep-hole opened. I took no notice but started when
a gruff voice roared " Get up ! "
I ignored the command. The door opened and the
guard came in. He gave me a savage prod with his
rifle. I sat up.
" Get up ! Pace ! " he roared.
I relapsed on te my bed without a murmur only te
receive a resounding clout which set my head throbbing
once more with accentuated intensity.
" Get np! Pace ! " came the roar again.
The guard pointed te the floor.
I saw what was expected of me. I was te walk te
and fro up and down the cell. I was net te be allowed
te sit down. \Vearily I got up and started te" pace ! "
One--twolsteps forward : one--two--steps back !
Only that and no more. The guard watched me for
a few seconds and then went out.
I continued te de his bidding for a short while, but
walking two paces, then swinging round on the heels,
taking two more strides, turning round again, te make
another two steps, soon brought on violent giddiness.
But that doesn't marrer te the German. \Vithin a few
nlinutes I felt as if I had been spun round like a top
and stumbled rather than paced. But te stumble
was te court disaster because my ankles came into
violent contact with the plank bed. Again I had te
keep my thoughts centred upon the pacing. Te allow
them te stray was te essay a third step inadvertently
which brought my face into violent collision with the
wall. More than once I ruade my nose bleed copiously
frein this cause.
Within a few minutes my brain was whirling madly,
my head throbbed frein my wound, while my face
was bruised frein colliding with the wall. I was se
giddy that I could net stand erect, while my eyes burned
and ached as if they had been seared vith a red-hot
iron. I fell upon the plank bed, but open flew the
peep-hole and again rang out the ominous growl,
" Pace !"
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And this is vhat I was condemned to do hour after
hour through the livelong day. The only respire
cornes when meals are brought in and during the night,
when the prisoner is left alone. But throughout the
day, from 6.30 in the morning to about 7 at night
one must pursue the eternal round--two paces for-
ward, right about, two paces back, right about, and
so on. The punishment cannot be escaped ; it is not
suspended for illness until collapse cornes fo the relief
of the hapless wretch. It is a refinement of cruelty
which probably is not fo be found in any other country.
Little wonder that the continued dizziness and lack
of ability fo stretch the limbs bring about a complete
nervous prostration and reduce the strongest man to
a physical wreck within a very short rime. And
if the hapless prisoner declines fo answer the
stern command " Pace!" then bayonet prodding,
clubbing and head-cuffing are brought into action as
a stimulant.
Ages seemed fo bave passed belote the door opened
again, although as a marrer of fact, there is only about
4½ hours between the mid-day and the afternoon meals.
I lost all account of rime, even during the first day of
my incarceration. An hour's pacing seemed like weeks.
This rime the gaoler brought me another basin con-
taining a greenish liquid, very much like the water in
which cabbages are cooked, accompanied by a hunk
of black bread.
The method of serving the meals is distinctly German.
The gaoler opens the door. He places the food on the
ground at the entrance and pushes it along the floor
into the cell as if the inmate were a leper. I tasted
this repast, but if was even more noisome than the
dinner, so I placed it beside the bowl which I had first
received, and which with ifs spoon was left vith me.
Even if one could bave swallowed it I should not bave
received a very sustaining meal, seeing that it had to
suflîce until 5.30 the next morning--I3 hours without
food. Moreover the food is served out sparingly. It is
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hot designed fo nourish the frame, but is just sufficient
to keep it going though with depreciating strength.
Daylight waned to give way to the blackness of night
and in my cell I could hot see my hand before my
face. Yet darkness was not an unmitigated evil. It
did bring relief from the enforced pacing for which
I was dcvoutly thankful. Although torn Sth hunger I
was so exhausted as to jump at the opportunity to lie
clown, t3ut the planks were hard, and being somewhat
slcnder in build my thighs speedily became sore. lly
brain from the fiendish exercise refused to stop spinning.
I was like a drunken man and to lie dom was to provoke
a fceling of nausca which was worse than pacing.
Then as the night wore on I began to shiver with the
cold because I was denied any covering. How I passed
the first night I cannot recall, but I ara certain that a
grcatcr part of the rime passed in delirium, and I almost
cried ith delight when I saxv the first rays of the break-
ing day filter through the window. They at least
did modify the terrible darkness.
At 5.30 in the morning along came the gaoler. The
cell was opened and a broom was thrust into my banals.
To me that domestic utensil was as a new toy to a child.
I grasped it ith delight : it at least would give me some
occupation. I set to sweeping the cell furiously. I
could bave enjoyed the company of that broom for hours,
but a prisoner is only allowed two minutes to sweep his
cell. Then the broom was snatched out of my hands
and to the droning of " Pace ! " which rang out con-
tinually like the tolling of a funeral bell, I knew the
next day had begun.
I fell back on to my bed almost broken at heart at
being deprived of the humble broom, t3ut by now the
significance of German solitary confinement had been
brought home to me fully. I would hot be broken.
I would ward off the terrible results at all hazards.
So when the gaoler came with my breakfast he round
me in high spirits--assumed for the occasion I may say.
When he pushed in the basin of skilly I picked it up
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and set if beside the others. Pointing fo the row of
untouched food I turned fo him cynically and remarked,
" Don't you think you're making too much fuss of
rrle ? "
" Ach !" he growled in reply.
" If you persist in going on like this I shall think I
ara in a nursing home!"
"Ach ! " he retorted sharply, " If you think you are
in a nursing home you'll soon change your mind,"
saying which he slammed the door with extra vigour.
The only interlude fo the daily round is shortly
after sweeping cells. The doors are thrown open and
each prisoner, armed with his water jug and sauitary
pan, forms up in line in the corridor. ïhey are spaced
two paces apart and this distance must be rigorously
maintained. If you vary it a fraction a smart rap
over the head with the rifle brings you back again
to the correct position. The German warders never
attempt to correct by words. The rifle is a handy
weapon and a slnart knock therewith is always forceful.
Consequently, if you are dull of comprehension, your
body speedily assumes a zebra appearance with its
patches of black and blue.
We were marched off to a huge yard flanked by a
towering wall studded with hundreds of heavily barred
windows--cells. Only those resident in the " Avenue
of the Damned " experience this limited latitude, the
ordinary prisoners being extended the privilege of
ordinary exercise. Not a word must be spoken; to
do so is to invite a crash over the head, insensibility
being an effective protection against communication
between prisoners.
Reaching the yard we were lined up, still two paces
apart and under the hawk-eyes of the guard. Then the
first man from one end advanced to the pump, alongside
which stood two soldiers with fixed bayonets with which
the man was prodded if he evinced signs of lingering
or dwelling unduly over his work. The duty involved
cleaning out the sanitary pan, in which by the way
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dependence had fo be placed upon the hands alone,
no mop or cloth being allowed. Then the jug had to be
refilled from the pump, which was a crazy old appliance
worked by hand. I may say that so far as we prisoners
residing in the ill-famed avenue were concerned we
had to depend upon water entirely for washing purposes
msoap was an unheard-of luxurywwhile a towel was
unknown. Under these circumstances it was impos-
sible to keep clean. Shaving was another pleasure
which we were denied, and I may say that the prisoners
residing in the salubrious neighbourhood of the con-
demned cells had the most unkempt and ragged appear-
ance it is possible to conceive. When the man had
finished his task he marched to the opposite end of the
line, his place being immediately taken by the next
man, and so on until the work was completed, which
usually involved about ten minutes.
Although intercourse was rendered impossible by
the vigilance and number of the guards yet I was able
to take stock of my neighbours. We were a small
but cosmopolitan family, the French predominating.
For some inscrutable reason the Germans appear fo bave
been unusually successful in their haul of French spies,
although doubtless the great majority were as innocent
of the charge of espionage as I was. Yet we were a
motley throng and I do hot think any self-respecting
tramps would bave chummed up with us. Many of
my fellow prisoners bore unmistakable evidences of
premature old age--the fruits of solitary confinement,
lack of exercise, and insufficient food. Others seemed
half-witted and dazed as a restflt of the brutal treat-
ment which they had received. Some were so weak
that they could scarcely manipulate the crazy pump.
Nany were garbed only in trousers, being void of boots,
socks, shirts and vest. Unkempt beards concealed
rhin, worn and haggard faces studded with red bloodshot
eyes.
While I was waiting in the line my attention was
arrested by one man, who formed a member of out
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party. He was a German, but he did not appear as
if he had been guilty of any heinous crimenat lcast
not one of sufficient calibre to bring him into our Avenue.
He was well built, of attractive personality, and was
well dressed in a blue suit complete with clean collar,
tie and other details.
Whowashe? Whatwashedoingwith us? Was
he a spy ? My curiosity was thoroughly aroused.
I became interested in him, and strange to say the
sentiment was mutual because he could not take his
eyes from me. I keenly wanted to speak to him but
this was frankly out of the question. Yet we seemed
to be drawing together.
I did not attempt to speak but contrived by sundry
movements and shuffling on one pretext or another
to get closer to him. Then I resorted to subterfuge.
Standing with my hands in front of me I began to
twiddle my fingers rapidly. The action appeared to
be natural and did not arouse the slightest suspicion.
Within the limitations available I was forming some
of the letters of the deaf and dumb alphabet with which
I ara fully acquainted and dexterous. Did he under-
stand the language ? I watched him closely. Presently
I saw his fingers begin to move with apparent equal
aimlessness. I watched intently. He was answering
me and to my joy I discovered that he understood
English.
Out fingers were now working bris "kly and we carried
on a brief monosyllabic conversation while the other
prisoners were completing their work. From him I
learned that I was certainly in great danger. But he
urged me to cheer up. Then he asked me the number
of my cell, which I gave. He replied that he was
directly opposite me, and he told me to look out for him
whenever I got a chance, which, needless to say, under
the stringency of my lire, was hot likely to be often.
He had such a frank open face that I felt as if I could
trust him, although I had corne to regard every German,
no matter how apparently innocent his conversation
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might be, with the gravest suspicion. But a quaint,
quiet, suppressed smile which he gave restored my
confidence completely.
The hours dragged along as during the previous day.
It was wearying and exhausting. I refused all my
food and was making an imposing collection of bowls
of foodstuff. None was taken away. The gaoler
merely observed that I had not touched anything,
but he ruade no connnent. When night fell I essayed
to lie down, but this was impossible. The sores on
my projecting thigh bones had broken into large wounds
which were now bleeding and suppurating and were
so painful as to rendcr lying down impossible. As a
mattcr of fact more than two months passed before
those wounds hcaled and the scars are still visible.
I was lying as best 1 could upon my bed vainly
striving to woo slecp. It was about midnight. The
kcy grated in the lock and a young ofiïcer entered.
He was gruf of manner, but according fo the German
standard was not unkind. I round that his manner
was merely a mask fo dissipate any suspicion among
others who might be prowling round, such is he
distrust of one German of another. Airer he had shut
the door his manner changed completely and he was
disposed fo be affable. But I resented his intrusion.
Had he corne to fathom me ? Was he an emissary
seeking to induce me to commit myself inadvertently ?
Frankly I thought so. He spoke soflly and his voice
was intenfionally kind, while he spoke English
perfectly.
" I would like fo help you," he began.
" Vould 3"ou ? " I retorted cynically.
" Yes, I am very fond of the English. I bave lived
in London several years and have many friends over
there."
" Well, it's a thousand pities we don't serve some
of your blighted countr3anen the saine as they are
serving me," I shot back.
" Yes, I know. I ara very sorry for you. But it is
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out way. Now I, myself, don't think you are a spy.
I think your story is honest and straightforward."
" Then why in the name of Heaven don't they treat
me so until they have tried me ? "
"Ah ! That is the English way. Here, in Germany,
a man is guilty until he is round innocent ! "
" Oh ! So that's your much-vaunted German ' Kul-
tut,' is it ? " I laughed sarcastically.
Seeing that I was a bit over-wrought he sought
to pacify me.
" Would you like a cigarette ? "
At the thought of a smoke I nearly jumped for joy.
There was nothing for which I had been yearning so
much as the solace of a cigarette. I took one from his
proffered case.
" H'sh ! I cannot stay any longer now. The guard
might get suspicious. But I will do all I can for you.
I will corne to see you every night at this time. I will
make you as comfortable as I can as a return for the
many courtesies and kindnesses I received while
in London. Now light up and jump up to the ventila-
tor to puff the smoke out. If they smell tobacco in
the cell you will get into serious trouble."
He bade me good-night and the next instant I was
at the window to enjoy the only peaceful few minutes of
pleasure which had corne my way since my arrest.
My smoke completed I settled dovn to sleep with addi-
tional comfort.
At 2.30 in the morning I was once more awakened.
The door flew open and in rushed my friend the young
officer. He was terribly agitated. He grasped both
my hands and I felt that he was trembling like a leaf.
His voice was so broken that he could scarcely speak.
" Good God! Do you know what bas happened ?
Great Britain has de,clared war on Germany!" Like
a child he burst out crying. As for myself I knew hardly
what to think. I had been hoping against hope that
the circumstance of out still keeping friendly relations
would facilitate my speedy release. This hope was
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fairly blasted now, and I was certain to meet xvith far
shorter shrift and harsher treatment than had already
bcen mcted out fo me. I may say that this was the
first intelligence I had received about the outbreak
of war with Great Britain.
Stifling his emotion the officer went on.
" I ara very sorry if has happened. I shall not be
able to see you again ! "
" Why ? "
" I have fo leave for the front. I have ten minutes
fo say farewell fo my poor old mother." Here he
broke down once more. " My poor rnother," he
wailed. " If will kill her. She does not know a soul
in Wesel. We are utter strangers. I was summoned
back from London only a week or two ago." He gave
vent fo anothcr outburst of sobbing.
" Checr up ! " I said soothingly, " you'll see her when
you corne back ! "
" Corne back ? " he echoed bitterly. " No ! I
shall nevcr corne back. I shall never see her again !
Good-bye ! Remember that I always thought kindly
of the English. But I won't forger you before I go ! "
His Iatalistic resignation somewhat moved me.
He was inwardly convinced that he was going fo his
death. But I appreciatcd his sparing a little of his
bare ten minutes fo give me a parting visit. I also
thank him for remembering me as he had promise&
Shortly after he had gone the gaoler came fo my cell
with a sack of fresh straw to serve as a mattress. The
young oflîcer had paid him fo extend me this slight
privilege. To me if was like a Heaven-sent blessing,
because if enabled me fo seek a little repose without
subjecting my bleeding hips to further damage.
During the following day, Wednesday, I was enabled
to snatch a peep of the corridor without, oxving fo the
gaoler paying me a visit in response to my summons.
To my utter astonishment, looking across the corridor,
I saw the mysterious prisoner with whorn I had been
talking by aid of the mute alphabet, lounging af the
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door of his open cell smoking a cigar. This discovery
startled me, and I decided tobe more than ever on my
guard. To my mind, which was becoming distracted,
everyone appeared to be spying upon my actions.
The mysterious prisoner looked across the corridor and
saw me. Instantly his fingers commenced to more
rapidly. I was talking to the gaoler, but was looking
beyond him at the prisoner opposite, greedily taking
in the signs. I almost jumped as I read off the lcttcrs.
" Be alert ! Something is going to happcn !"
CHAPTER IV
MY SECRET MIDNIGHT TRIAL
IT was Wednesday evening. I should iudge the hour
was about eight, although fo me it appeared fo be
nearer midnight. I was lying upon my planks thinking
and wondering what the end of if wotfld be. My head
was whirling with giddiness from the eternal pacing,
and from the wound which I had received, while I was
faint from hunger, having eaten nothing since the
lunch on the train on Monday, save for the two srnall
rolls upon Wescl station. I had not refused the prison
fare frorn feelings of obstinacy, but simply because my
stomach revolted at it. The untouched basins were
still standing beside me in a row, the one which had
been served first now commencing fo emit distinct
signs o its staleness.
The door opened, but I ignored it. In fact I was
in a senfi-comatose condition.
" Rouse ! Get up ! " growled the head gaoler.
I struggled fo a sitting posture and looked up.
Standing beside me was a military officer. I could
hot repress a start. But the absence of arrogance
somewhat reassured me, and I struggled to my feet.
" Herr Mahoney," he commenced, "a serious view
has been taken of your case. However, as you have
money the authorities are prepared fo give you every
chance fo prove your innocence. You can have
counsel if you choose. I can arrange it af once!"
I reflected Ior a moment. The crisis had been
reached at last, and the moment for which I had been
longing for bracing myselI up fo meet the supreme
ordeal had arrived. I decided to maintain a stiff upper
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MY SECRET MIDNIGHT TRIAL 61
lip. Yet, in all fairness I must admit that the
authorities were treating me justly. Here was I, an
absolute stranger in their country, ignorant of the
language beyond a fev colloquialisms, and in the most
dangerous situation in which a man could possibly
find himself.
Yet I did not regard the offer favourably. I feared
that if was a move to trap me decisively. I should
be at the mercy of counsel. This was the thought which
harassed me. However, subsequently, I discovered
that throughout that Wednesday the trials of other
spies had been held, and that in no other instance, so
far as I could ascertain, had the privilege of represen-
tation by counsel been extended. But I swiItly ruade
up my mind as to my course of action.
" Thank you for the offer," I retorted at last, " but
I prefer to undertake my own defence. Besides I am
absolutely innocent and it will hot be a diflïcult matter
for me to convince the Court."
" As you will," and the oflïcer shrugged his shoulders.
He went fo the door, and at his command four
soldiers came up with loaded rifles. They closed
around me, their bayonets levelled, to run me through
should I make an attempt to escape. We marched
out of the cell. Up, up, up, we went, the steps appear-
ing to be interminable. I walked as if in a dream,
and being faint and weary I moved somewhat slowly.
But, strange to say, my escort did not hurry me. I
was certainly shov«n every consideration upon this
occasion. During the procession I was thinking hard
and swiftly, and with a superhuman effort pulled
myself together for the coming fight for life.
We entered a spacious, well-lighted room. At the
opposite end was a long table set transversely, around
three sides of which were seated a number of military
dignitaries. That they were of considerable eminence
was evident from their prodigal array of decorations.
They glanced at me as I entered, but instantly resumed
their low conversation and perusal of documents and
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other material connected with my case. It did not
require a second thought to realise the importance of
this court-martial, but I fclt somewhat perturbed ai
one circumstance.
My trial was fo be hdd in secret.
I was ruade to take up a position some distance
from the table and immediatcly opposite the central
figure who was acting as chairman and inquisitor-
in-chier. The soldiers formed a semi-circle around
me, the only open space being immediately before
me.
Af this date I often reflect upon the strange and
sorry sight I must have presented. I was dressed in a
frock coat which was sadly soiled, a white waistcoat
extremcly dirty and blood-stained, and trousers sadly
frayed at the bottom whcre the searchers had ripped
off the turn-ups. I was with6ut a shirt, having torn
this up to bandage my head, which even now was
svathed in a dirty, blood-stained dressing, while the
buttons had become detached from my under-vest
so that the soiled ends flapped over my waistcoat.
My face was none too clean, being besmirched with
smudges, since I had been denied the luxuries of soap
and towel, and it was covered with a stubbly growth.
Altogether I must have been the most sorry-looking,
if hot revolting specimen of a spy ever arraigned before
that immaculate Tribunal.
It is useless to relate the trial in extenso because there
were so many details which were completely void of
interest except fo lne and my judges. Although every
word, passage, and scene is burned into my brain I
have only committed the most important episodes to
paper. The proceedings opened th the chairlnan
holding torth in monotone German. Seeing that I
took no notice of his tirade he paused. We were soon
to corne to grips. He fired at me in English -
" You understand German ? "
"No! "
" Well, we think you do[ '"
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" You are at liberty to think what you like, but the
fact remains that I don't!"
Seeing that I was not fo be over-awed by his arrogance
or tobe brow-beaten he modified his attitude. This
spirited bout sobered the tribunal, and the trial pro-
ceeded more smoothly, except for a few outbursts
now and again which were sharp and pointed while
they lasted.
" XVell, we will provide you with an interpreter,"
he continued in a more placid tone, " but we still
hold the opinion that you can speak and understand
German ! "
There was delay for a few minutes. Then the door
opened and a second later mv interpreter stood beside
me. How it was I did not iump into the air I do not
know, because the man summoned to assist me was
none other than the mysterious prisoner with wholn
I had been talking in the mute alphabet.
This dénouement almost unnerved me. I was now
more positive than evcr that he had been deputed fo
spy upon me in prison. I looked at him askance,
but received not the slightest sign of recognition. I
had refused to entrust my cause to counsel and now I
was placed in the hands of an interpreter who, if he
so desired, could wreak much more damage by twisting
the translations from English to suit his own ends.
As events proved, however, I could not bave been
in better hands. He was highly intelligent, and he
iuterpreted my statements with a fluency and accuracy
which were astonishing. Only now and again did he
stumble and hesitate. This was when he was presented
with an unfamiliar expression or idiomatic sentence.
As the trial proceeded I gained an interesting side-
light upon German methods and the mutual distrust
which exists. Ostensibly, and so I was led to believe,
none of the Tribunal spoke English with any fluency,
but when, on one occasion, my interpreter was floored
by a particularly difficult colloquialism which I uttered,
the Clerk of the Court came to his aid, and in a moment
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turned the sentence properly to convey my exact
meauing. This revclation placed me on my guard
more than ever, because it was brought home to me
very convincingly that if my interpreter tended to
lean unduly towards me, he himself would be in serious
jeopardy. Later, during the trial, I discovered that
the Clerk spoke and understood English as well as I
did. It was a telling illustration of the German
practice of spying upon one another.
The first part of the trial was taken up with a repeti-
tion of the numerous questions I had already answered
timcs out of number, accompanied by a more searching
cross-exanfination. As the trial proceeded I saw that
the authorities had collected every vestige of evidênce
from every official who had questioned me and with
whom I had held any conversation.
There was one exciting moment. An officer,
evidently of high rank, entered the room. He looked
at me in a manner which I resented. With a sneering
grin he enquired,
" Englander ? Ha ! Ha! Spion ? What are
you doing here ? "
"I have corne at the pressing invitation of four
gentlemen with four points!" I suavely replied.
This sly allusion to the four soldiers with their
bayonets lashed the interrupting oflïcer fo fury. The
whole court indulged in a wild and loud conversation.
The chairman waved his arm udldly. Before I grasped
what had happened the soldiers closed round me, I
was roughly turned round, and to the accompaniment
of liberal buffeting was hustled down the steps to my
cell.
A few minutes later my interpreter came fo me.
" Listen fo me, English friend. You must not
annoy the Court. I ara trying to do all I can for you.
I do not think you guilty. But if you arewhat do
you call it--h'm " and he snapped his fingers
perplexedly.
" Sarcastic ? " I ventured.
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" Yes! That's it. If you are sarcastic you make
my work very hard ! "
" But that oflïcer had nothing to do with the Court»
Why did he interfere xvith a gratuitous
had he ?
insult ? "
"Ah!
do that.
Further
I see. You don't understand. They will
But you must remember the uniform ! "
conversation xvas prevented by the
reappearance of the soldiers. I was tobe taken back to
the Court. I decided to take my interpreter's advice,
and although I was frequently roused iutentionally,
I bit my lip at the insults and choked down sharp
retorts.
" Do you realise the nature of the charge and the
gravity of your position ? " asked the chairman, after
proceedings had been resumed. There was no trace
of resentment at the recent incident in his voice.
" I do perIectly."
" Then do you not think it somewhat strange that a
man like you should be travelling to Berlin, on the way
to Warsaw, on the very day when war was declared
against Russia ? Is it not strange also that you
should be here after Great Britain bas declared war ? "
" When I set out for Berlin war had not been declared
between Germany and Russia. On Monday when I was
arrested war had hot been declared against Germany
by Great Britain. I was arrested on the flimsiest
pretext and upon the word of a deliberately lying
youth before war had been declared vith my country ! "
" Ah! we shall see. You do not think it strange
to be travelling through Germany at such a perilous
rime with so much photographic apparatus ? "
"No! I wasnot usingit!"
" So you took no photographs in Germany ? "
" No!" And the lie flew out in spire of myself.
But I felt perfectly secure because I knew exactly
where the film, which I had exposed, was. It was
beyond their reach !
" Then what is this ? " And to my surprise he helcl
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up somewhat triumphantly the length of photoaphic
film from the carnera with which I had taken the two
Iarewcll pictures of my farnily.
Up to this point I had successfully rnaintained a
stiff uppcr lip and perfect cornposure. But at the
sight of the filin carrying the parting pictures, my
thoughts flcw to home and its associations. I broke
down.
The court was jubilant. My spontaneous outburst
of weakness at rnernories of horne was rnisconstrued
into a recognition of the fact that I had been
trappcd.
Amid a silence which was soul-burning and which
causcd my voice, quivering af first but rapidly regaining
strcngth and its natural ring, to echo strangely through
the rooIn, I narrated the history of that filrn. As I
had expected if provoked a fearIul wrangle. The
fight was sharp and hot while it lasted, but I thanked
rny lucky stars that I was not only well skilled in the
tcchnics of photoaphy but the chernistry side as
well. The filrn n question was sufficient for six
exposures. Three had been rnade. In addition to the
two pictures of my Iarnily's farewell which corresponded
to exposures two and three there was another picture,
of archoeological interest, concerning a Sussex church,
which was exposure nulnber one. The rest of the
film, which would have corresponded to pictures
4, 5 and 6, had never been exposed.
The film which was held up had been developed by
order of the court. The unexposed portion had been
passed through the development processes, and I
experienced a thrill of joy. I saw that I was now on
solid ground.
" How did you expose this film ? "
" In the usual way. The church was taken first,
Iolloved by the two pictures of rny farnily. The test
of the filrn has never been exposed."
" That is what you say. But the Court thinks
differently. Listen, the two pictures of your family
MY SECRET MIDNIGHT TRIAL 6 7
were taken first and this of the church last--possibly,
indeed probably, in Germany ? "
" It was hot. No photographer, even the tyro,
would pass hall a film through his camera before
making an exposure."
For ten minutes we fought tooth and nail over the
way in which that fihn had been passed through the
camera. Then, seeing that they could not shake my
evidence, and doubtless impressed by my vehemence,
they turned round completely to return to the attack.
"Well, granted, as you say, that the church was
taken first, the second half of the fihn was exposed in
Germany. But you, seeing the danger of your position
upon arrest, contrived to ruin these last three pictures
before th camera was taken away from you," snapped
the Chairman.
In spire of myself I laughed.
" The second hall of the film has never been exposed
at all," I reioined.
" How tan you prove that ? '°
" Very easily. If I had ruined it by exposing it
to the light as you suggest, tle film upon development
would have corne out black ! But itis quite transparent !"
I replied in triumph.
iIy retort floored the Court. We were dipping into
matters about which they were completely ignorant.
There was a hurried whispering and then the Chair-
man commented :
" We'll soon prove that you are wrong !"
Proceedings were suspended. A clerk left the room
fo return a little later with a civilian who proved to
be a photoapher in Wesel.
The problem was presented to him, but I saw at once
that he knew nothing whatever about the chemistry
of photography. He was turned over to me for cross-
examination, and within three minutes I had so pul-
verised his statements that he was quite bevildered,
and he left the Tribunal with his photographic reputa-
tion sadly shattered.
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Another witness was summoned, the Court being
determined to get at the bottom of the problem which
had been raised. They certainly recognised the
significance of my contention. This rime it was a mili-
tary officer. He was examined by the Court, and then
I was given the liberty to cross-examine. My very
first question vas adequate to satisfy myself that he
knew even less about the subiect than the previous
witncss. But he was nervously anxious not to betray
his ignorance. He had been called in as an expert
and fcr-ently desired to maintain this reputation. He
did so by acquiescing in every statement which I put
to him conccrning the action of light upon nitrate of
silver.
" Now," I asked emphatically, when I had com-
pletcly caught him, " under these circumstances, and
according to what you have been explaining to the
court, the second hall of this film which is transparent
has never been exposed ? "
" If has not."
His negative was so emphatic as to convince the
Court. I had scored the crucial point and felt, now
my supreme difficulty had been subjugated so conclu-
si-ely, that all was plain sailing. It was only too evident
that evcrything had turned upon that short lenh of
unexposed film, and I felt devoutly thankful to Provi-
dence that the light had hot accidentally penetrated
to the sensitised surface. Had the unexposed section
bcen black my fate would bave been irrevocably
sealed.
Now I was asked to present my defence.
" Can you give us a complete and detailed narrative
of your journey, say from the time you left ]3righton
by the 5.1o p.m. train, on Saturday, August I, up to
your arrest.
I nodded affirmatively.
" \Vell, go ahead ! "
Forthwith I launched out. I ara naturally a rapid
speaker and although my interpreter was confronted
MY SECRET MIDNIGHT TRIAL 60
with a gigantic task, he performed his work magnifi-
cently. Only once or twice did he falter for a moment
or two. But I was never interrupted nor asked to
repeat a statement, so that the thread of my story
remained unbroken. For two hours and a hall [
spoke and I think the readiness and clearness with
which I proceeded must have impressed the Court.
As I warmed to the subject my head grew clearer and
clearer. I knew I was fighting for my lire, but the whole
of the episodes and scenes during the critical fifty odd
hours passed through my mind as if delineated upon
a continuous cinematograph ribbon of film.
Midnight had passed belote I had finished. The
clerks of the Court had been steadily writing during
the whole period, and I knew that every word I had
uttered had been faithfully recorded. The Tribunal
gave a sigh of relief as I intimated that I had nothing
more to say. I was returned to my cell, accompanied
by my interpreter, whom I thanked for his assistance
which I could never repay. The Court might decide what
it liked. I had put up a stiff fight and could do no more.
I thought I was fo be left alone for the night. I was
sorely in need of test, and the nervous tension under
which I had been labouring now began to reveal itself.
The reaction commenced to set in. But there was no
test for me yet. Hardly had I sat down upon my plank
bed belote I was re-summoned. By this time I was so
weak that I could hardly stand. The perspiration
was pouring out all over my body. Indeed, I had to
be assisted up the stairs.
To my utter surprise, when I entered the court,
I round the record of my defence completed. There
it was in a pile of neatly inscribed sheets, numbered,
and secured together. The Chairman pushed the
depositions before me.
" Sign here," and he indicated the foot of the last
page.
I picked up the papers. They were in German.
I returned them unsigned to the table.
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" I decline I " I replied emphatically.
" But you must ! "
" Well, I shall hot. I don't understand German.
I don't know what it's about ! "
"' It's your defence ! "
"' Soit may be, but I have only your word for that.
I decline fo sign anything I do not understand. It
may be my death warrant ! "
" If you don't sign I can tell you that we bave
means of making you do so," he continued somewhat
menacingly.
" I don't care. You can do as you like, but I am
not going fo sign those papers."
My determination provoked another animated dis-
cUSSlOn. Finally another pile was pushed towards
me, I could hot curb a start. It was my defence
written throughout in English, and had undoubtedly
been written simultaneously 'ith the German version.
I eyed the Clerk of the Court narrowly and he returned
the gaze j ust as keenly.
I tan through the depositions. They were perfect.
Picking up the pen I signed my name without hesita-
tion. The signature was inspected, and then the orinal
German papers were once more presented with the
invitation to sign. Again, I refused.
" But," expostulated the Chairman, " this is a
literal German translation from the English which you
have signed ! "
" Soit may be, but the fact remains that I don't
understand German," I retorted.
Another storm burst, but the Tribunal saw that it
was impossible fo shake my resolution. There was
another brief discussion. Then the Chairman turned to
one of his colleagues, and in a despairing voice asked,
" Can you suggest a way out of the difficulty ? "
" Yes ! " I interrupted. " Give the interpreter
the German and me the English copy. Let him
translate from the German and I will compare xàth
the English version."
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The ofter was accepted, but now another hitch
arose. Th- interpreter said he did hot think he could
read off the translation from the German right away--
at least, it would take time.
The Court was in a quandary. Seeing that this
unexpected obstacle was likely to prejudice my posi-
tion I grabbed the English text and thrust the German
copy into my interpreter's hands. Telling him to
go ahead I remarked that we could make something
out of it. We wrestled with the translation, although
it was a slow and tedious operation, but at last we
finished the task. The German depositiorts bcing
quite in order, and fairly translated I signed the papers
without further ado.
Now I thought the ordeal was over, but it was not.
Picking up my signed depositions the Chairman pro-
ceeded to re-examine me on my defence. He started
trom the moment I arrived at Flushing and traced my
movements, minute by minute, to Berlin, followed what
I did in the capital between 1.3o a.m. the hour of my
arrival and 1.13 p.m. the time of my departure. The
manner in which my movements had been dogged
was astonishing and I recalled the individual whom I
had noticed shadowing me in the city. I saw at once
that everything turned upon the instant nature of
my answers, so I replied to every question without the
slightest hesitation and to such effect that I never
once contradicted myself.
Only one interval, and that of ten minutes in Berlin,
threatened to engulf me. I could scarcely fill up
this gap. It happened to be one of those idle intervals
which one can never explain away veÆy readily or
satisfactorily. We disputed this ten minutes vigor-
ously for about half an hour, and by the rime we h
