The Brussels address was
C. V. Noens, Rue de Venise, 34. Noens had instructions to forward any
communications from me to the proper authorities in Berlin, and all
letters from Berlin went from him to a little tobacconist's shop in
London and were there remailed to me in Scotland. Six hours after my
subsequent arrest in Glasgow, Scotland Yard detectives sought the
tobacconist but found him not; nor did they find Noens.
As for the Copenhagen address, that was the proprietor of the Hotel
Stadtkiel. Having had him at my beck and call during a mission to
Copenhagen, I knew him to be in German pay. Marie Blanche, who
conducted a modiste and lingeri?© shop on the Rue de Rivolie, handled
all my communications to Paris.
I went to Edinburgh by way of Hook of Holland and Folkstone. I went
by way of March, not going through London for a reason. The reason is
that at all times and more especially with the air surcharged with war
scares, all continental steamers and expresses entering London are
closely watched. The general traveler does not know that every Dover,
Calais and Flushing Express is met and watched not only by Scotland
Yard detectives but by special government officers. As a rule, very
little escapes them. Anyone not an Englishman is upon landing likely
to notice an elderly, gray-haired, high-hatted English gentleman who
looks like a retired army officer or cleric and who generally carries
an umbrella.
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