I calculated they would give our poor chaps hell in Gallipoli.

And then, as I looked, an idea came into my head and with it an eighth part of a hope.
There was only one way for me to get out of Germany, and that was to leave in such good company that I would be asked no questions.

That was plain enough.

If I travelled to Turkey, for instance, in the Kaiser's suite, I would be as safe as the mail; but if I went on my own I was done.

I had, so to speak, to get my passport inside Germany, to join some caravan which had free marching powers.