If this clerical looking gentleman decides a foreigner
is suspicious, he is closely shadowed from the moment he enters
London.
Circumventing this by going via March, I arrived in Edinburgh and put
up at the old Bedford Hotel on Prince's Street, a quiet select
Scottish hostelry. I registered under my _quasi_-correct name of
A. K. Graves, H. D., Turo, Australia. My "stunt" was to convey the
impression of being an Australian physician taking additional
post-graduate courses at the famous Scottish seat of medical learning.
After a few days' residence at the Bedford, I installed myself in
private quarters at a Mrs. Macleod's, 23 Craiglea Drive, Edinburgh.
The ordinary expense provided for my residential quarters was $75 a
week. This of course did not include "extras," such as entertaining,
motors, etc.
For the first fortnight I quietly took my bearings, creating a
suggestion that I was a semi-invalid. Having by this time
familiarized myself with Edinburgh and surroundings, I made frequent
trips to the Firth of Forth upon which was located the Rossyth base.
Now across the Firth there is a long bridge. It is between the
Rossyth base and the North Sea. Warships going to and from the naval
station pass under it. But more about this bridge later--something
for the benefit of the English Admiralty.
Gradually I worked myself into the confidence of one of the bridge
keepers.
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