Great Britain -- Defenses; Imaginary wars and battles
"I looked at my captor in complete bewilderment. Could he be some fellow
trying to take a rise out of me by masquerading as a German officer? But
no, I recognised at once that he was the genuine article.
"He demanded my parole, which I made no difficulty about giving, since I
did not see any way of escape, and in any case was only too anxious to
get back to town to see how things were.
"'But you don't want my friend, do you--he lives out the other way?' I
queried.
"'I don't want him, but he will have to come all the same,' rejoined the
German. 'It isn't likely we're going to let him get away to give the
alarm in Colchester, is it?'
"Obviously it was not, and without more ado we started off at a sharp
walk, holding on to the stirrup leathers of the horsemen.
"As we entered the town there was on the bridge over the river, a small
picket of blue-coated German infantry. The whole thing was a perfect
nightmare. It was past belief.
"'How on earth did you get here?' I couldn't help asking.
"'By water,' he answered shortly, pointing down the river as he spoke,
where I was still further astonished--if it were possible after such a
morning--to see several steam pinnaces and boats flying the black and
white German ensign.
"I was conducted straight to the Moot Hall. There I found a grizzled
veteran waiting on the steps, who turned round and entered the building
as we came up. We followed him inside, and I was introduced to him. He
appeared to be a truculent old ruffian.
"'Well, Mr. Mayor,' he said, pulling viciously at his white moustache,
'do you know that I've a great mind to take you out into the street and
have you shot?'
"I was not at all inclined to be browbeated.
"'Indeed, Herr Hauptman?' I answered. 'And may I inquire in what way I
have incurred the displeasure of the Hochwohlgeboren officer?'
"'Don't trifle with me, sir. Why do you allow your miserable Volunteers
to come out and shoot my men?'
"'My Volunteers? I am afraid I don't understand what you mean,' I said.
'I'm not a Volunteer officer. Even if I were, I should have no
cognisance of anything that has happened within the last two hours, as I
have been down on the golf course. This officer will bear me out,' I
added, turning to my captor. He admitted that he had found me there.
"'But, anyway, you are the Mayor,' persisted my interrogator. 'Why did
you allow the Volunteers to come out?'
"'If you had been good enough to inform us of your visit, we might have
made better arrangements.' I answered; 'but in any case you must
understand that a mayor has little or no authority in this country. His
job is to head subscription-lists, eat a dinner or two, and make
speeches on public occasions.'
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