At another time all this would have greatly entertained me, but not then. It was quite apparent that Wangenheim would not discuss the proposed deportation, further than to say that the Turks were justified. His statement that it was planned to establish a “concentration camp” at Gallipoli unfolded his whole attitude. Up to this time the Turks had not established concentration camps for enemy aliens anywhere. I had earnestly advised them not to establish such camps, thus far with success. On the other hand, the Germans were protesting that Turkey was “too lenient” and urging the establishment of such camps in the interior. Wangenheim’s use of the words “concentration camps in Gallipoli” showed that the German view was at last prevailing and that I was losing my battle for the foreigners. An internment camp is a distressing place under the most favourable circumstances, but who, except a German or a Turk, ever conceived of establishing one right in the field of battle? Let us suppose that the English and the French should assemble all their enemy aliens, march them to the front, and place them in a camp in No Man’s Land, directly in the fire of both armies. That was precisely the kind of a “concentration camp” which the Turks and Germans now intended to establish for the resident aliens of Constantinople--for my talk with Wangenheim left no doubt in my mind that the Germans were parties to the plot. [Illustration: TURKISH QUARTERS AT THE DARDANELLES These dugouts, for the most part, were well protected. The Turks defended their batteries with great heroism and skill.] [Illustration: LOOKING NORTH TO THE CITY OF GALLIPOLI This part of the Dardanelles is practically unfortified.] They feared that the land attack on the Dardanelles would succeed, just as they had feared that the naval attack would succeed, and they were prepared to use any weapon, even the lives of several thousand non-combatants, in their efforts to make it a failure. My talk with Wangenheim produced no results, so far as enlisting his support was concerned, but it stiffened my determination to defeat this enterprise. I also called upon Pallavicini, the Austrian Ambassador. He at once declared that the proposed deportation was “inhuman.” “I will take up the matter with the Grand Vizier,” he said, “and see if I can’t stop it.” “But you know that is perfectly useless,” I answered. “The Grand Vizier has no power--he is only a figurehead. Only one man can stop this, that is Enver.”