True Stories of the Great War, Volume 2 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
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True Stories of the Great War, Volume 2 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
_Thursday, December 10th._ Soon after the train left Berlin this
morning I judged that I was being shadowed. When it pulled out of the
station there were four people, including myself, in the six-place
compartment, the two middle seats being vacant, one on my left as I
sat next the window and the other diagonally facing me. Soon after the
train was well started two men came in and occupied these seats. This
in itself was suspicious, since people do not seek seats while a train
is in motion. Both moreover had the air of being detectives. I, by this
time, know the type well, for I have been constantly shadowed ever
since my arrival in Germany and am perfectly certain that my rooms have
several times been searched while I was absent. I simply continued to
behave with the greatest possible circumspection, the two detectives
meanwhile staring at me constantly with fixed intensity.
It was a bit unpleasant because I did not certainly know the nature
of the dispatches I carried, but realized that they were extremely
important. They were in a small leather mail pouch, padlocked and
sealed, which I had set on the floor between my feet and knees.
Everything went quietly for some two hours. I could not look out of
the window in towns and yards because I might have seen troop-trains,
factories, etc., and that would have been "indiscreet." The part of
Germany from Berlin to Holland is utterly flat and uninteresting,
so that there was no pleasure in looking at the countryside between
stations. I pretended to doze, or read three German weeklies which
I had bought. One of these finally precipitated matters. It was the
_Fliegende Blätter_, a comic paper of about the class of _Life_ or
_Punch_. There was in it a joke in German argot which had been too much
for my scant knowledge of the language and the courier who had escorted
me from the Embassy had by the merest hazard translated it for me. In
my desperate efforts to amuse myself I was looking through this sheet
again and encountering this joke thought, "If I don't write down the
English I shall forget it." Whereupon I took out a pencil and wrote the
translation interlinearly.
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