While in Glasgow I
received letters addressed to me as James Stafford. I received two
such letters, and upon my calling at a General Post-Office for a
third, I was informed that there was a letter for A. Stafford.
"Oh yes, that is my letter," I said.
The clerk demurred and replied:
"You asked for James Stafford. Under those circumstances I cannot
hand you this letter. It is against the postal law."
Not being in a position to raise a question I let it go at that, never
for a moment thinking that my employers would be so culpably careless
as to put any incriminating evidence in the mail. Events proved that
that is just what they did. Moreover, I later came to know why that
particular letter was addressed not to James but to A. Stafford. All
my previous letters were addressed to me as Dr. A. K. Graves and were
enclosed in the business envelope of the well-known chemical firm of
Burroughs & Wellcome, Snowhills, London, E. C.--which paper had been
fabricated for the purpose. Of course the letters were sent from the
Continent to London and there reposted. The stationery of this
chemical firm was fabricated so as to disarm any possible suspicion,
for European post-offices are taught to be suspicious. It would be
perfectly natural for me, a physician in Edinburgh, to receive a
letter from a very well-known chemical concern.
When I left Edinburgh to find out about the fourteen-inch guns, I gave
our people in London instructions to use plain envelopes and to
address them to James Stafford, G.
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