There was a German non-commissioned officer employed in the hospital who was really a good sort. He could speak good English, having worked in English hotels before the war. He would sometimes sit by my bed for a chat: "Where were you wounded, Captain?" he asked one day. "Leuze Wood on the Somme," I replied. "Somme dreadful place, dreadful war, Captain." "Very!" "It is not fighting now; it is murder, both sides murder--yah." "Have you been to the front yet?" "No; don't want to, either; don't like soldiering. German people sick of war; but got to do what we are told. Captain, you and I could settle it in five minutes." "I'm not so sure; it's nearly settled me." As the weeks passed by I began anxiously and earnestly to wait for news of my exchange; but three weeks went, and the fourth and fifth week passed, and still no news. About the seventh week Saniez burst into the ward one morning and rushed up to my bed. "Bon jour, Capitaine. Good, good! Office, quick," and he began hurriedly dressing me. I was to report to the office at once. I had been waiting for this, and dreaming of this moment for weeks. Saniez knew it too, and as I went through the door I heard him shout: "Angleterre, Capitaine; très bien!" I waited outside the office for about half an hour. Wishart of the Canadians was inside, and presently he came out to fetch me: "They want to see you inside. Who do you think is in there?" "I don't know--who?" "Doctor Pohlmann. He supervises all the prison camps belonging to the Tenth Army. We've got to go to a prisoners' camp." My hopes were dashed to the ground. Ho led me in, and I sat down before Doctor Pohlmann, who spoke excellent English, and explained that he was a doctor of languages. He filled up a form, taking from me particulars of my name, regiment, and the usual details; and then, turning to Wishart, told him to go. I began to feel that I was in for a rough time. Why did Doctor Pohlmann wish to speak to me alone. I sat before him in silence, too disappointed at the turn events had taken to care what happened. But as soon as the door had closed he turned towards me, and his remarks surprised me beyond measure. Not a single question did he put to me to elicit information. "Captain, you are quite blind?" "Yes, quite." "I am sorry; I did not know you were blind." He seemed quite sympathetic. Not that I wanted it from him, yet so relieved was I to escape cross-examination that I felt quite bucked. He continued: "The hospital people say you are ready to be sent away. When you leave here you come under my charge. They did not tell me you were blind. I have no proper place to put you; I do not know where to send you." "If you will allow me, I can suggest a place." "Ah, yes, I know, England. Of course you will be sent there in time, but in the meantime I must take charge of you. I will send you wherever you like. You can choose your own camp. What camp would you like to go to?" "What camps have you got?"