"Not so difficult as you might think," was the reply. "There were always the rivers and canals, which we knew perfectly from careful study. Besides, a town is a very large mark, and you seem to 'sense' the nearness of great masses of people, anyhow. Perhaps the great anxiety they are in establishes a sort of mental contact with you, whose brain is very tense and receptive. Effective bombing is very largely a matter of psychology, you see." I saw. Indeed, I think I saw rather more than he intended to convey. The inspection over and everything having been found as stipulated in the armistice, we were conducted to the Officers' Casino for lunch. Each member of the party, as had been the practice from the outset, having brought a package of sandwiches from the ship in his pocket, it was intimated to the Commander of the station that we would not need to trouble him to have the luncheon served, which he said had been prepared for us. The same situation had arisen at Norderney and several other of the stations previously visited, and in each of these instances our "hosts" of the day had acquiesced in the plainly expressed desire of the senior officer of the party that we should confine our menu to what we carried in our own "nose-bags." Nordholz, however--quite possibly with no more than an enlarged idea of what were its duties under the circumstances--was not to be denied. A couple of plates of very appetizing German red-cabbage _sauerkraut_, with slices of ham and blood sausage, were waiting upon a large sidetable as we entered the reception-room, and to these, as fast as a very nervous waiter could bring them in, were added the following: a large loaf of _pumpernickel_, a pitcher of chicken _consommé_, a huge beefsteak, with a fried egg sitting in the middle of it, for each member of the party, two dishes of apple sauce, and eight bottles of wine--four of white and four of red. The steaks--an inch thick, six inches in diameter, and grilled to a turn--were quite the largest pieces of meat I had seen served outside of Ireland since the war. The _hock_ bore the label "_Dürkheimer_," and the other bottles, which were of non-German origin, "_Ungarischer Rotwein_."