You may remember my long letter in the _Evening Post_ on the necessity for limiting the supplies to neutrals. You may recall the letter which was given due prominence in the _Post Telegraph_ on the urgent necessity for a South American Federation to show a united front against German “cruelties”--I felt a foul traitor to _Deutschtum_ when I wrote this!--you may have clipped from numerous papers, both in London and in the provinces, innumerable epistles, signed Francisco Cannelli, on the heroism of France, on the splendour of Belgium, on the necessity for learning Spanish, so that the good English could come into South America and take away the wicked German’s trade, and you would certainly have found my name against respectable amounts in the subscription lists which were opened by various newspapers in the early days of the war. It was a scheme of colossal daring and how well I succeeded! No less than seven newspapers published my photograph. I was interviewed for the _Times-Herald_. I was referred to in other letters to the editor, and my frankness and geniality were praised in the highest measure. For, in the course of these letters, I admitted frankly that, quite unwittingly--because of my foreign origin--I had been acquainted with many notorious spies in England and I even suggested methods by which the spy could be traced and brought to justice (this was in one of the four letters I wrote on “The Unseen Hand”). I took up “The Unseen Hand” idea with enthusiasm. It was a popular cry and who was I, that I should not take advantage of the onrushing wave and ride to popularity upon its crest? To the everlasting honour of the illustrious and excellent chiefs of my Department in Berlin, they recognized the object of my scheme, and I could show you now, if the codes had not been destroyed, messages of congratulation couched in the most gracious terms and signed by names which indicated personages of the most exalted character. There was living in England (in Kent to be exact) at this time, the Baron von Hertz-Missenger, who was what was termed a naturalized German, and as I have remarked on many occasions (and have been complimented on my delicate wit) a naturalized German is a German in his natural state. The Herr Baron had a beautiful house and was in a position to secure news both from the Fatherland and from certain exclusive circles in London. From that high flag-staff of his, many a message has leapt into the night and been caught by our vigilant radio operators at Wilhelmshaven. From that closed study, with its rows upon rows of books, its gorgeous Persian carpets and its shaded lamps, many a British secret has been coded into a few meaningless words.