This, as you know, is
absolutely against English law, a warrant being necessary for such
procedure. If you have any reason to take me to be a German spy, go
right ahead now, or let these rather nonsensical persecutions cease.
I have taken this up to now to be rather a good joke, but my sense of
humor has its limit."
Chief Constable Ross became serious, and very bravely said:
"Well, Doctor, you know we've got to obey orders. I'm quite satisfied
though that there has been a mistake made and you shall no further be
annoyed."
He bowed me out. Of course I knew I still would be shadowed which I
did not mind in the least. I reasoned that my visit to the police
might make them slow down a bit. Right along I communicated by cables
and letter with Berlin and went the even tenor of my way. About a
week after my experience with Constable Ross, I received information
that William Beardmore & Co., of Glasgow, were constructing some new
fourteen-inch guns for the British government. That meant a change of
base.
I at once made it my business to go to Glasgow and get particulars. I
installed myself in the Central Station Hotel, and in a few weeks
gained all the information I wanted. It would take too long to detail
how this was done, but you have a very expressive American saying,
"money talks." I had the plans, firing systems, everything of
interest about the new fourteen-inch turret guns.
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