After a twenty-minute wait, which impressed me as being different from the slam-in-and-slam-out methods of the Wilhelmstrasse, I was shown up a flight of stairs. The attendant knocked on the door, opened it and announced "The gentleman." I was facing Sir Edward Grey. He was seated behind a big green-covered mahogany desk. I noticed that the room seemed like a private library; books, memorandas, letters and dispatch cases littered not only the desk but the tables and chairs. The eye was struck by a huge piece of furniture, a tall leather-covered easy chair. I present these details for obvious reasons. Sir Edward, looking small in the big armchair, was seated with his legs crossed. He was reading some document and without a sign of recognition he kept me standing there, it must have been ten minutes. I noticed that he glanced at me now and then above the top of the paper. Abruptly he told me to have a seat. When I said that I preferred to stand, he nodded and pulling open a drawer took from it a folder that, as subsequent events verified, I suspected to be a report on me. There was another period during which he seemed to be unaware of my presence, and I took advantage of it to size up my man. He impressed me as being one of those intolerable, typically English icicles, which only that nation seems able to produce in her public servants. Presumably through a century-long contact with the races of the East, the English diplomat of the Sir Edward Grey type presents the bland, imperturbable, non-committal, almost inane expression of the Oriental that hardly gives one any criterion of the tremendous power of perception and concentration beneath the mask. After twirling his fingers, he said: "I presume you are familiar with Germany's naval activity." "Up to a certain point, sir." "What point?" he asked quickly. "I am familiar only with the Intelligence Department of the Admiralty," I replied. "Their system?" he asked. "Is it so extensive and efflcient as we have been led to believe?" "That cannot be exaggerated." At this Sir Edward began to throw out innuendoes to which I replied in like vein. The interview was not progressing. Finally he came out with what was in his mind. Do you know if any officials or naval officers are selling or negotiating to sell information to Foreign Intelligence Departments?" Although he had not said English officers or officials, I knew what he meant, but I made up my mind not to tell everything I knew. "There are such," I replied. It had the effect of making him look at me in a most startled manner. "How do you know that? On what grounds do you make that assertion?" His agitation was ill-concealed.