’Comealongtothecommandant，myboy，’Isaid，andImarchedaway，tearinguphistypewrittensheetsasIwentandstrewingthembehindmelikeapaperchase。
Wehadafineoldracketinthecommandant’soffice。Isaiditwasmybusiness，asrepresentingtheGermanGovernment，toseethestuffdeliveredtotheconsigneeatConstantinopleship—shapeandBristol—fashion。Itoldhimitwasn’tmyhabittoproceedwithcookeddocuments。Hecouldn’tbutagreewithme，buttherewasthatwrathfulOrientalwithhisfaceasfixedasaBuddha。
’Iamsorry，RastaBey，’hesaid;’butthismanisintheright。’
’IhaveauthorityfromtheCommitteetoreceivethestores，’hesaidsullenly。
’Thosearenotmyinstructions，’wastheanswer。’TheyareconsignedtotheArtillerycommandantatChataldja，GeneralvonOesterzee。’