I withdrew to the washroom and returning in
about fifteen minutes noticed that the letter had disappeared. Making
inquiries of "buttons" and of the "desk girl" I learned that a
gentleman had quietly picked up the letter and without reading it had
put it in his pocket and walked away. That settled it. They were
after me.
I hope this particular detective or his superior could read Greek.
For they, or whoever spent their time translating my letter, read an
ancient Greek version of "Mary had a Little Lamb."
I recognized it as an occasion where I had to make a right royal
bluff. I went at once to police headquarters in Edinburgh. I asked
for Chief Constable Ross, and sent in my card bearing
Dr. A. K. Graves, Turo, S. Australia. Presently I was shown into the
chief's room and was received by a typical Scottish gentleman. I
opened fire in this way:
"Have you any reason to believe that I am a Germa spy?"
I saw that it had knocked him off his pine.
"Why, no," he said, startled. "I don't know anything at all about
it."
"It's not by your orders then that I am followed?"
"Certainly not," he replied.
"Well, Chief, it's hardly likely that anything of such importance
would transpire without your notice."
"What reason have you to believe that you were followed?" he asked.
"Reason in plenty," I replied. "Some agent had even the audacity to
enter my apartments and search my effects.
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