We got up and the man went back to his ambulance and I went into the building to see if I could help in getting out the wounded.

The place I entered was a large chapel and had been used as a ward.

There were rows of neat beds on each side, but not a living soul was to be seen.
It seemed so ghostly and mysterious that I called out, "Is anyone here ?" There was no reply.

I went down to the end of the chapel and from (p.

058) thence into a courtyard, where a Belgian told me that a number of people were in a cellar at the other end of a glass passage.