Once Herr Schmidt realized that there was anything
in the wind, it would mean a check to my activities. Schmidt could
send a wireless message to the Wilhelmstrasse, and back would be
flashed a message to the captain of the _Kaiser Wilhelm II_
authorizing any action Schmidt deemed advisable. Thus could he easily
put me under custody on some trumped-up charge. Still, there was no
risk involved in watching Schmidt to locate a possible confederate who
was carrying the dossier. I watched him unceasingly but confederates
there were none. Only one play remained and to make it I must wait
patiently until the ship was almost at its dock in New York. Then
Herr Schmidt could use the wireless and command the captain's
assistance to his heart's content. It would be too late.
During the few days immediately following, I kept my activities well
concealed. In fact, I made it my business to avoid Schmidt. My
method of handling the situation did not necessitate my striking up an
acquaintance with the man. On the contrary to disarm him of all
possible suspicions I shunned him. I even contrived not to sit at
Herr Schmidt's table in the dining salon. Meanwhile, Robinson, back
in Downing Street, kept his hands on the situation, sending me two
wireless messages on board the steamer.
All dispatches sent to "Buzzing" London, find their way to Downing
Street. It was very probable that being in the diplomatic service,
Herr Schmidt would know this term "Buzzing.
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