My name appears on this book as
Trenton Snell, and if the English government challenges a statement
that I shall subsequently make, let them produce the "Downing Street"
book for the date I shall mention, let them have a handwriting expert
compare the name "Trenton Snell" with my handwriting.
I make this statement for what followed is of tremendous importance.
After a twenty-minute wait, which impressed me as being different from
the slam-in-and-slam-out methods of the Wilhelmstrasse, I was shown up
a flight of stairs. The attendant knocked on the door, opened it and
announced "The gentleman."
I was facing Sir Edward Grey.
He was seated behind a big green-covered mahogany desk. I noticed
that the room seemed like a private library; books, memorandas,
letters and dispatch cases littered not only the desk but the tables
and chairs. The eye was struck by a huge piece of furniture, a tall
leather-covered easy chair. I present these details for obvious
reasons.
Sir Edward, looking small in the big armchair, was seated with his
legs crossed. He was reading some document and without a sign of
recognition he kept me standing there, it must have been ten minutes.
I noticed that he glanced at me now and then above the top of the
paper. Abruptly he told me to have a seat. When I said that I
preferred to stand, he nodded and pulling open a drawer took from it a
folder that, as subsequent events verified, I suspected to be a report
on me.
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