Then there was put on my desk the first page of a reputable weekly paper which was filled with an open letter to me written by the editor and signed.

After the usual description of my multitudinous and delicate duties, I was called on to insist that my government should protest against Zeppelin raids on London because a bomb might kill me! Humour doesn't bubble much now on this side the world, for the censor had forbidden the publication of this open letter lest it should possibly cause American-German trouble! Then the American correspondents came in to verify a report that a news agency is said to have had that I was deluged with threatening letters!--More widows, more mothers looking for lost sons!...

Once in a while--far less often than if I lived in a sane and normal world--I get a few hours off and go to a lonely golf club.

Alas! there is seldom anybody there but now and then a pair of girls and now and then a pair of old fellows who have played golf for a century.

Yet back in London in the War Office I hear they indulge in disrespectful hilarity at the poor game I play.