“He is particularly smart and dapper in appearance, has very good teeth, which he shows somewhat prominently when talking or smiling, is ‘very English in manner,’ and knows this country well. He also knows Japan well. He is quick and alert, both mentally and physically, and speaks French and English fluently and accurately. He was dressed in a grey lounge suit or grey-and-yellow mixture suit.” [Illustration: EXTRA LATE WAR EDITION HUNT FOR ESCAPED GERMAN. HIGH-PITCHED VOICE AS A CLUE. Scotland Yard last night issued the following amended description of Gunther Pluschow, one of the two German prisoners who escaped from Donington Hall, Leistershire, on Monday:— Height, 5ft. 5½in.; weight, 135lb.; complexion, fair; hair, blonde; eyes, blue; and tattoo marks, Chinese dragon on left arm. As already stated in “The Daily Chronicle,” Pluschow’s companion, Treppitz, was recaptured on Monday evening at Millwall Docks. Both men are naval officers. An earlier description stated that Pluschow is 29 years old. His voice is high-pitched. He is particularly smart and dapper in appearance, has very good teeth, which he shows somewhat prominently when talking or smiling; is “very English in manner,” and knows this country well. He also knows Japan well. He is quick end alert, both mentally and physically, and speaks French and English fluently and accurately. He was dressed in a grey lounge suit or grey and yellow mixture suit. London Prisoner Recaptured. August Arndt, who escaped from internment at the Alexandra Palace, North London, on Sunday, has been recaptured. FACSIMILE OF NOTICE IN THE “DAILY CHRONICLE” AFTER THE ESCAPE] Poor Trefftz! So they had got him! I was clear in my mind as to what I was going to do, and the warrant gave me some valuable points. First, I had to get rid of my mackintosh. I therefore went to Blackfriars Station and left my overcoat in the cloakroom. As I handed the garment over, the clerk suddenly asked me: “What is your name, sir?” This question absolutely bowled me over, as I was quite unprepared for it. With shaking knees I asked: “Meinen?” (mine), answering in German as I naturally presumed that the man had guessed my identity. “Oh, I see, Mr. Mine—M-i-n-e,” and he handed me a receipt in the name of Mr. Mine. It was a miracle that this official had not noticed my terror, and I felt particularly uncomfortable when I had to pass the two policemen who stood on guard at the station, and who scrutinized me sharply.