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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: The Tunnellers of Holzminden - (with a side-issue) - -Author: Hugh George Edmund Durnford - -Release Date: June 11, 2016 [EBook #52308] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TUNNELLERS OF HOLZMINDEN *** - - - - -Produced by MWS and the Online Distributed Proofreading -Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from -images generously made available by The Internet -Archive/American Libraries.) - - - - - - - - - - THE TUNNELLERS OF HOLZMINDEN - - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS - C. F. CLAY, MANAGER - LONDON: FETTER LANE, E.C. 4 - - [Illustration] - - NEW YORK : THE MACMILLAN CO. - BOMBAY ⎫ - CALCUTTA ⎬ MACMILLAN AND CO., LTD. - MADRAS ⎭ - TORONTO : THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, LTD. - TOKYO : MARUZEN-KABUSHIKI-KAISHA - - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - - - - -[Illustration: - - The track of the Holzminden Tunnel after being dug up. -] - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - THE TUNNELLERS - OF - HOLZMINDEN - (WITH A SIDE-ISSUE) - - BY - H. G. DURNFORD, M.C., M.A. - FELLOW OF KING’S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE - - CAMBRIDGE - AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS - 1920 - - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - TO - - MY WIFE - - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - PREFACE - - -Almost exactly two years ago, as I write these lines, the famous -Holzminden Tunnel became history. Even then, when the sordid camp was -still lending (and seemed likely to lend _in perpetuum_) its grey colour -to every aspect of life, when sense of proportion was practically -dormant and racial animosity intensified to the highest pitch, it was -impossible to overlook the peculiar dramatic proprieties of the event. -Some day, it was felt, this story might be fittingly told. - -And in the retrospect the feeling remains unaltered. The harsh angles -have softened: the tumult and the shouting have died away to the remoter -cells of memory: Captain Niemeyer (of the Reserve) has departed—God -knows where! His imperial master is dragging out an unhappy old age in -exile. The British protagonists and walkers-on in the 9-months struggle -have scattered to the ends of the Empire on their lawful occasions. Once -in a blue moon perhaps they think of it and rub their eyes. The details -are already vague. The whole of their prison existence seems absurdly -far away. - -But it is in the hope that they will care to follow with not uncritical -interest the following plain unvarnished account of the Tunnel episode -that I, a mere looker-on, have sorted out the threads and fitted the -jumble together. If any think this an impertinence, may I plead that an -ordinary stage hand may see more of the workings of a nine months run -than the star performers? To them at any rate, protagonists, walkers- -and lookers-on in the event, and their friends and relations I would -address myself particularly. Through them alone can I hope to interest -the British public in this simple tale of a strategically unimportant -but highly successful side-show, in Germany, in the dog days of 1918. - -I am indebted to one friend in particular for assistance in the true -description of the actual Tunnel. He prefers to remain anonymous. Many -others of my ex-fellow-prisoners have helped me in various ways. The -design which is reproduced on the cover was drawn by Lieutenant Lockhead -while in captivity at Stralsund and was intended to serve as a Christmas -card; I am indebted to him for the loan of the block. To Messrs -Blackwood I am obliged for permission to reprint the personal -experiences contained in the final chapter. - - H. G. DURNFORD. - - KING’S COLLEGE, - CAMBRIDGE. - _24th July 1920._ - - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CONTENTS - - - CHAP. PAGE - PROLOGUE 1 - I. A CAMP IN BEING 14 - II. NIEMEYER—AND PINPRICKS 32 - III. INTRODUCING THE MAIN MOTIF 49 - IV. ESCAPES 60 - V. ACCOMPLICES 71 - VI. IN THE TUNNEL 89 - VII. REPRISALS 101 - VIII. THE LAST LAP 118 - IX. THE ESCAPE AND THE SEQUEL 131 - X. CLOSING INCIDENTS 148 - XI. MAKING GOOD 164 - - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - ILLUSTRATIONS AND PLANS - - - The track of the Holzminden Tunnel after being dug up _Frontispiece_ - - A street in Ypres ⎫ - The Cloth Hall in 1917 ⎬ _to face p._ 2 - The Menin Gate of Ypres⎭ - - The Battery in action N. of the Menin Road⎫ - The Menin Road ⎬ ” 5 - At the waggon-lines ⎭ - - View from Kaserne B, showing skating rink made in January - 1918 _to face p._ 30 - - Karl Niemeyer ” 36 - - General plan of Holzminden Camp _p._ 53 - - Kaserne B _to face p._ 54 - - Scene of the Walter-Medlicott attempt⎫ - A dining-room at Holzminden ⎭ ” 61 - - Section and ground-plan of staircase, chamber, and tunnel - entrance _p._ 73 - - Course of the tunnel ” 93 - - At the tunnel mouth _to face p._ 100 - - Section of attic roof _p._ 112 - - Orderlies digging out the tunnel between Kaserne B and the - outer wall _to face p._ 142 - - Group of recaptured officers in a room at Holzminden ” 162 - - Facsimile of the original permit-card copied by Lockhead - _to face p._ 169 - - Facsimile of the forged railway passport _between pp._ 174-5 - - Map of N.W. Germany and frontiers _p._ 189 - - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - PROLOGUE - -“B/—th will detail the liaison officer for the Group for to-morrow the -5th.” - -The Brigade orderly splashed in bearing the unwelcome message. I had -just turned in. The never-to-be-forgotten fatal three days’ downpour -which had set in on the 31st July 1917 and had upset so many -calculations had just stopped and we had enjoyed an afternoon and -evening of bright sunshine and cloudless skies. The water in the -dug-out, which had risen steadily in spite of temporary responses to our -efforts with an old trench pump and a chain of buckets, was now -gradually beginning to abate and the stretcher on which I slept was once -more high and dry. Also I was due to go down to waggon-lines in two -days’ time, and life generally was taking on a less sombre hue. - -It could afford to. Our six weeks in action in the Salient had been -lived in an atmosphere of almost unrelieved gloom, an atmosphere—so we -had come to believe—inalienable from the place itself. - -One had come to realise what men had meant who in earlier days on the -Somme—when all was said to be quiet at Ypres—had trekked south into the -Valley of the Shadow of Death and remarked that “it was better than the -Salient.” Now we had seen for ourselves. It had not merely been the -shelling and the fact that there was not a really safe spot, except in -the very ramparts of the Eastern wall themselves, between Belgian -Battery Corner and the front line. It had not merely been that the -German gunners conveyed the impression that they were _aiming_ at _you_, -that they knew exactly where you were, and that they were doing it—had -been doing it all along—more as a pleasure than as an allotted task. It -had not been the fact that no fatigue or waggon-line party could set -great hopes on returning scatheless from a job of work; nor that here -hostile aeroplane observation seemed more acute than in other parts; nor -again that rarely a night passed but one saw or heard of some shambles -on a main traffic road. It was none of these things. The spirit of Ypres -was abroad, impregnating those new to her. From the very morning when, -accompanying a harassed, jumpy acting C.R.A. on his round of battery -inspections, I had first seen her, I had felt the spell upon me. It was -like grey skies and a wind in the east, the quintessence of sombreness. -The intervals of quiet could not be called peace; they served only to -intensify the solitude. The history of the place seemed to cast its -stamp on those who sojourned in it. - -[Illustration: - - A street in Ypres. -] - -[Illustration: - - The Cloth Hall in 1917. -] - -[Illustration: - - The Menin Gate of Ypres. -] - -We had come into action at the beginning of July. Our instructions had -been to get “in” and camouflaged and registered and then wait for “the -day,” and that waiting had been sorely trying to the patience. It had -been far worse than sitting on the Messines Ridge in June. We had been -told we should be “silent,” but we had fired steadily nevertheless, and -this meant, of course, more ammunition and added risk of casualties -amongst horses and men. It had meant having the men out of cover to -shift the shells from their depôts to the gun-pits; and such things were -considerations when we were losing men at the rate of about two a day -and the stock of capable gunners and N.C.O.’s, depleted at Messines, was -beginning to run dangerously low. “D” Battery on our immediate right had -had an even worse time. Poor old “D.” They were always getting the rough -of it since Courcelette, and this time they had got it very rough -indeed. They had had no cellar to put their gun-crews in and we had been -unable to spare them a share in ours, so they had left emergency crews -at the guns and worked them by nucleus shifts, the remainder sleeping a -long way behind. - -The preparations had dragged their slow course along, and we had gone on -with our daily routine, never knowing what the next minute was not going -to produce, unloading and storing the ammunition, and heaving a sigh of -relief when the last pack-horse had discharged his daily load and that -anxiety at least was off our shoulders for the day; checking the sights -and aiming-posts, strengthening so far as we could the pits, watching -and shepherding the men; gassed one night and on duty all the next and -then gassed again the third—the deadly mustard fellow had just made his -costly début; counting the leaden hours, congratulating ourselves each -time that—our duty over—we made the dug-out door afresh; and ever and -anon looking hopefully through the tattered screen which still served to -shield our part of the Menin Road from hostile observation to where -Passchendaele Church stood prominent and quite intact on the opposite -slope. - -In five weeks the Corps Artillery alone had lost (I believe the figure -is correct) 568 officers, killed, wounded, or gassed, and other ranks -also had lost in proportion. We ourselves had lost one officer (gassed -almost as soon as we had got in), five out of our six N.C.O.’s, and -twelve gunners or bombardiers. “D” had had a young officer just out from -England killed with a sergeant immediately behind our own guns, and a -direct hit on one of their dug-outs had deprived them of three more -sergeants and two gunners at one fell swoop. The toll had mounted up -steadily, and though the C.-in-C. had issued a special appreciation of -the bearing of the artillery in these difficult circumstances, we had -day by day been feeling more the heavy strain. - -Then had come the last days of July. All the conceivable practice -barrages had been fired and the Huns made wise to the uttermost. - -Then again—amidst rumours that the French were two days late—the storm -clouds had gathered from the unfavourable quarter, and finally on the -31st July the great unwieldy barrage had unwound its complicated length -in drizzling rain on the Hun lines. The infantry had gone over and -reached the “black line” up to scheduled time: but on the “black line” -they had lost co-ordination; when the barrage advanced again they had -been late to follow up; the barrage had rolled on unheeding; our men, -floundering in its wake on hopeless ground and now in a steady downpour, -had had to come back and consolidate on the “black line,” while the -batteries awaited in vain the longed-for order to advance. - - * * * * * - -Well, what was one job more or less after all? One might as well be hung -for a sheep as a lamb, and I should go down to waggon-lines with all the -clearer conscience on the 6th, and sleep.... How I would sleep! I would -get down there for lunch if I could, have a quiet ride in the afternoon -into “Pop,” and come back to waggon-lines for an early dinner and bed. -How glorious to wake up once more, and to hear the birds twittering -outside! It seemed ages ago since one had done so last, and it was in -reality just eight days. My waggon-line billet was in a small -farm-house. Madame and her man had been, for those parts, friendly -enough. I remembered having tried to convey to Madame that next time I -visited her, Ypres would be free. She had not understood, and perhaps it -had been just as well. - -[Illustration: - - The Battery in action N. of the Menin Road. -] - -[Illustration: - - The Menin Road. -] - -[Illustration: - - At the waggon-lines. -] - -Yes, a late breakfast, after a sluice-down in the open air, a leisurely -toilet, and a stroll round the horses; and then perhaps a real joy-ride, -an all-day affair towards Nieppe Forest.... - -I rang up the battery and gave my orders for signallers and an orderly -on the morrow. There was only one other subaltern available for the job, -and as the Major was out at the time I deputed myself. It is the -unwritten rule. - -I read through the standing orders for the Group liaison officers, -finished my chapter of _Sonia_—I was to read the next in a very -different setting—and went to sleep. - -The Menin Road was a populous concern in those days and the varied -traffic comforted our gregarious souls as we walked down at a round pace -next morning after breakfast to pay our respects _en route_ to Infantry -Brigade and the senior Artillery Liaison Officer of the Group in the big -labyrinth of dug-outs at the bottom of the hill. Hell Fire Corner, -though still occasionally shelled “on spec,” was no longer the shunned, -depressing cross-roads that it used to be. Now it even boasted a -military policeman to control the traffic. Ambulance cars and heavy -lorries passed and met us. The road was thick with infantry and -fatigue-parties of various kinds going up and coming out. - -The shattered boughs and fallen branches, which had blocked the unused -road before, had now been side-tracked; only dead mules and horses here -and there had created fresh obstructions. Fritz was putting most of his -metal this morning on to the front line and the ridge where we were due -at noon; but even back here he had guns enough to send over his one a -minute, searching—now that he might no longer observe—for some of his -old favourite spots. So we did not loiter. - -At Infantry Brigade they were making their toilet. The senior Liaison -Officer told me that battalion had shifted its headquarters during the -night: “too hot to stay where it was.” He gave me what he understood -were the map co-ordinates of their new abode, and I took my departure. - -We crossed the old No Man’s Land, passed the working-parties at their -thankless tasks of road-making in the churned morass, and picked our way -warily round the crater lips across the old German front line system -till we struck the railway. It did not seem to be getting shelled, and -would at least afford better going than if we plunged through the -crater-field direct towards the front line. My intention was to nurse -the railway for a mile or so, and then, leaving it, to strike across up -the ridge in order to hit off “The Rectory,” where Battalion H.Q. were -reported to be. - -I had not been forward myself since the show. It was worse even than I -expected. The ground was just beginning to harden in the hot sunshine, -but every hole was filled with water and one had to plan out one’s -course with long detours, jumping precariously from island to island. -The rusted wire, half buried in the loose earth, tore one’s puttees. The -whole place stank. There were very few dead about; the Hun communiqué -had probably not lied in saying that their outposts had been lightly -held. But the railway embankment gave possible lodgment for the feet and -we kept along it as I planned, with six paces between each man and one -eye on the 4·2’s falling just to our right in the valley. The effect on -that ground was only local and we had no fears of splinters. - -At last, panting and thirsty, we reached the crest which our infantry -were holding. We could see no movement. Over the bleak expanse of -shell-holes there was no human being to be seen; one had got to cast -one’s eye right back to where the working-parties were. - -A line of ruined houses and pill-boxes ran along the ridge. One of them -was “The Rectory.” I went into it; there was a concreted cellar facing -Boche-wards, but nobody inside it. I hailed a Red Cross man who was -wandering about forlornly. He hadn’t seen anyone, didn’t know anything. - -It was rather annoying. I looked up my book of the rules and tried a -cast back to the original map reference for Battalion Headquarters. It -must be a ruined pill-box which they were shelling. I waited till there -was a pause and then looked inside. No, not a sign of anyone. - -Confound Brigade! That part of the programme must wait, that’s all. I -had to establish connection by visual with our Brigade signallers at -Hell Fire Corner and must plant my lamp. - -We went down into one of the pill-boxes on the ridge and deposited the -gear. The dug-out was a foot or more deep in water, but must have been a -comfortable, secure home. Two wounded infantrymen were lying on the -bunks on one side of the dug-out. They told me they had been there since -the first day, untended save by chance arrivals. I tried to cheer them -up and we offered them our water-bottles. - -We stuck the lamp up just behind the pill-box on the top of a bank and -flashed it full in the direction of Hell Fire Corner. There was no -answer. “Nothing’s going right to-day,” I thought, and the shells were -pitching just to our right and inviting retirement to the safe—if -damp—recess beneath us. - -But I was overdue and had not found sign or trace of the infantry. The -place might be deserted for all the world, save for our little party. I -had one more cast round in various ruined pill-boxes on our side of the -slope, and then made up my mind to go forward—east—a little. My Major -had told me yesterday that our fellows were digging in in front of the -ridge. Perhaps the infantry Colonel was with them. - -It did not seem very likely, on the forward side of a ridge sloping -towards Hunland, but unusual things were done in those days of -disorganisation and I had not seen a single infantryman since we left -the working-parties behind us early in the morning. Our infantry, if -they were not a myth, must be east of me, not west. - -I left my signallers still flashing vainly and took my orderly with me -to the forward slope of the ridge. We stalked down a hedge about 50 -yards, then turned due right along another. There was another “pill-box” -just half right of us. - -“That might be them, sir,” said my orderly. - -We swung sharp right and walked up to it. I saw an unusual helmet. “One -of our Tommies decking himself out,” I thought. Then another helmet of -the same sort, and the truth flashed on me just as it was too late and -we were within a few paces of them, with the pill-box between us and -home, covered by a couple of German rifles. - -A dozen very vivid thoughts raced through my mind. “Somebody’s made the -most awful howler.” “I can’t get back.” “Where in thunder were our -infantry, then?” “This is the end.” “I haven’t even got a revolver on -me.” “Prisoner!—what will they say?” “What the devil _will_ they say?” - -I gave the lad an order and we held up our hands. I will not labour the -apology. The back verandah of the pill-box—so it looked—was bristling -with amazed and animated Huns. Cut off from retreat, unarmed and utterly -flabbergasted, what would you? I stammered out a few words in bad French -to their officer and then asked leave to sit down. I was exhausted and -quite overwhelmed. So this was the result of my fourteen months of -cumulative experience. What a culmination! To walk over No Man’s Land on -a bye-day in broad daylight into a German nest! Such a thing had never -come into our ken that I could remember. And if it had, I should have -been the first to pass uncharitable comment. What hideous irony! I -looked at the boy I had led unwittingly into captivity. What sort of an -officer did _he_ think I was now? He would bless me before it was all -over, if all one heard, had read of, was true. Suddenly one began to see -the prisoner-of-war question in a new light. What was it like really? -And all the time I racked and racked my brains to think whose fault it -was, where the mistake had lain. I knew the range on the map to “The -Rectory,” which I had just left, and the range of our S.O.S. barrage. -Three hundred yards to play with. I had come barely a hundred. Perhaps -they hadn’t known of this pill-box. To know, O Lord, if only to know—and -I couldn’t[1]. - - -[Footnote 1: I did learn later, at Stralsund Camp in Germany, where I -met the Colonel I was then trying to find. He told me his H.Q. on that -day had been 100 yards _north_ of “The Rectory,” which they had found -too hot to stay in.] - - -That day seemed an eternity. In the evening I heard the shells from my -own battery come whizzing over. I was to have observed them, five rounds -of battery fire on the German front line at 5 p.m. Since the push this -had been the only method, except by visual; no wires had lived a day up -till then. - -My tie alone proclaimed me as an officer. I had left my tunic and all my -impedimenta, with—fortunately—my notebooks and important papers, in the -pill-box on the ridge. - -The orderly in his rough way was comforting. I felt sorry for the boy. -It wasn’t his fault anyway. - -One had an early insight into the German character. This lot were -Mecklenburgers and good stuff by the look of them, but desperately dull -and earnest. All day long they sat in that pill-box—three officers and -about twenty men—and jabbered. There wasn’t a laugh, there wasn’t even -the semblance of a smile. They smoked cigars most of the time; when food -was brought, they gobbled it down like famished wolves and then turned -to jabbering and smoking once more. Occasionally a British plane caused -a diversion; they rushed to the verandah and craned their necks at it -amidst a babel of maledictions, it would have been funny—if one had been -in the heart for it—to see the way these fellows took their war. They -were perfectly safe, and knew it, until such time as we should attack -again. The pill-box must have been sunk a yard or more beneath the -ground, and had five feet or more of concrete on every side. Only the -back-blast from a shell pitching in their back verandah—short of a -direct hit from a heavy gun—could have done much harm. They were -wonderfully well camouflaged. - -They gave me something to drink but could not spare any food, and I -smoked a cigar or two. When it got dark they sent us down under an -escort. We had hardly started when a “strafe” began, so we sat in -another pill-box and listened to our own shells falling all round and -hitting the place more than once. - -Then the bombardment died away and we went on our way—across the swampy -Hanebeek, past batteries and groups of infantry in open trenches or yet -other pill-boxes; into Company Headquarters, a crowded cellar in a farm, -where a brief examination of our guides by a pot-bellied, earnest Hun -officer took place; and then away again, on over more open, firmer -country, up a long slope by a narrow bridle-path, with our shells still -falling at intervals round about and fresh corpses of men and horses -showing where our guns had found occasional value from searching tracks -whose use had been established. The warning _Draht_, _Draht_ (“ware -wire”) of our surly N.C.O. guide became rarer, we emerged at length on -to a regular road, and after an hour or so’s walking we were taken into -the roomy and laboriously built and fortified quarters of the Regimental -Staff. There more depositions were taken by the bullet-headed Brigade -Major, a forbidding-looking, efficient little blackguard, I thought, and -a good specimen of their military machine. Cigars were provided for our -guides and we were marched out again once more, items of passing -interest, no doubt, but as human beings inconsiderable. We would be -going towards Moorslede. I was dead tired and faint with hunger, but the -cool night air blew fresh upon my forehead. We passed ammunition limbers -by the score—great, clumsy things they seemed after our neat Q.F. -variety—and now and again a company of infantry coming up to the line at -the rapid, business-like half run, half walk, which struck one so -strangely after our own infantry’s measured pace. They seemed to be in -high spirits, and had a cheery word for our guides. From what I saw, the -German Flanders army went up cheerfully enough in those days to take its -hammering. - -And then at last, in the grey dawn and after many questionings of -passers-by by our somewhat uncertain guides, Moorslede, and a brief halt -in a Headquarters of sorts; then on again on the last stage, beyond -shell-fire now and knowing—as every German had enviously said to us who -could speak English at all—that “the war was _over for us_.” It was -their stock phrase, and I believed them with a deep-down feeling -somewhere—in spite of all the bitterness—that it was so, and that I -should at least, given reasonable luck, see home and friends once more. - -Into Roulers we fare in a grinding, shaking motor-bus and take our first -impression of black rye bread and _ersatz_ coffee. - -And here we may be left—in a Belgian occupied town, in a stifling, -ill-ventilated room, amidst a motley crew of unwashed, sleepy, but not -unfriendly Germans; worn with the fatigue and strain of the last long -fifteen hours, and at first—for my part—probing vainly for an -explanation of it all; and then, as the tyranny of the stomach grows -more ensconced, settling down to the long, absorbing vigil of waiting on -the next full meal. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER I - - A CAMP IN BEING - - -A broad, level, methodically cultivated plain; a horizon of wooded -slopes with, every few degrees or so, the suggestion of winding valleys -and watercourses; to the northward, the river Weser, Nature’s barrier -beyond the wire, flowing between us and freedom, and visible from our -upper windows in an occasional gleam of silver against the shadows of -the steep further bank; to the west the town, red-roofed and picturesque -with adjoining allotments; on the edge of the allotments a large square -walled enclosure containing two very recent architectural abominations, -eyesores in the general prospect—to wit, _Kaserne_ A and B of the -_Offizier Gefangenen Lager_[2] Holzminden, that highly advertised -Brunswickian retreat which, on a day in September 1917, flung open its -hospitable gates to its first English guests, an advance instalment of -about thirty from Karlsruhe. Such—in a paragraph—was Holzminden Camp and -its environment. - - -[Footnote 2: Officer prisoners-of-war camp.] - - -The new Camp had been freely boomed; the _Lager_ “Poldhu” had got hold -of it and done wonders with it—that mysterious _Lager_ “Poldhu” of -Germany in war time, which spoke not through wires or wireless and -seemingly lacked all means of transmission, but which percolated, none -the less, from _Lager_ to _Lager_ in some mysterious way, so that what -should by rights have remained a close secret in the _Kommandantur_[3] -at X in Baden was known all over the Camp at Y in Silesia within a week -or so. Thus it was noised abroad in a dozen camps that four had got out -from Freiburg and were still at large, that a tunnel scheme had been -discovered at the last moment at Magdeburg, and that poor old C— had got -“jug” again for hitting a sentry in the parcel office at Ströhen. - - -[Footnote 3: Kommandantur means in a prison camp that part set apart for -the German personnel, and includes the Commandant’s office.] - - -Holzminden—so ran the “Poldhu”—was to be the real thing, a prisoner’s -Mecca—fine, brand-new buildings, spacious grounds, good scenery, good -air. The report was discussed and swallowed or pooh-poohed according to -temperament. The Schwarmstedt crowd took the news of their impending -departure thither with a pronounced sniff. They were—had been for -several months—in the Xth Army Corps Area. Holzminden also was in the -Xth Army Corps. There could no good thing come out of the Xth Army -Corps. Schwarmstedt was in fact sufficiently sceptical of the Xth Army -Corps to have remained gladly in its flea-ridden huts, had it not been -that the prospect of a winter on the bog-wastes in those flimsy -buildings seemed almost intolerable. That fate was reserved in the -actual event for Italians, with the usual leavening of neglected -Russians. - -Accordingly, an advance party of the ‘nineteen-fourteeners’ and -‘-fifteeners’ of Schwarmstedt packed up their household gods and -suffered themselves to be transported to Holzminden. They were told -authoritatively that this was going to be merely a stopping-place on the -way to Holland and exchange; so they threw chests-full of tins at the -starving Russians who were remaining behind, left their heavy luggage to -follow after them, and arrived only with the clothes they stood up in -and a suit-case of tins to last them till they reached the border. The -border took most of them three months to reach; the suit-cases were -empty in under a week. It was galling, after having been led to believe -that they would be dining at the Hague in a few days, to find that they -were to remain prisoners for an indefinite period in a camp in which the -feeding arrangements were, to put it mildly, as yet incompletely -organised. But they had acted unwisely. Three and a half years of doubt -and uncertainty should have taught them better than to travel -empty-handed so far from their refilling point, or to rely on exchange -until they were actually at the border. - -Fortunately, however, they were only the advance guard; the main party -from Schwarmstedt had yet to come, and when the nakedness of the land -and the bleakness of the immediate exchange prospect was really -discovered, the wires were set in motion and injunctions passed to the -remainder to save what could yet be saved. Anything edible had long -since disappeared down the throats of the Russians and would, in any -case, have been difficult to reclaim from our unfortunate Allies. But -other things of less immediate value were salved; and the main party -from Schwarmstedt pulled out in their turn from the bog camp, resigned -at least to a temporary stay in their new abode, and properly equipped -with the more essential things. It was a regal transport. There were 200 -of them, not to mention their hand-luggage, which assumed vast -proportions, since everything that was left behind as heavy luggage -stood an even chance of being lost in transit, even if transport -exigencies in the Fatherland permitted of it ever being put on board a -train. - -What an arrival that was—the main body from Schwarmstedt! We raw -‘seventeeners,’ fresh up in our ordnance boots and Tommies’ tunics from -the sorting camps of Heidelberg and Karlsruhe in mild Baden, could -hardly credit it. We had what we wore, plus, perhaps, an odd shirt which -the Belgian ladies in Courtrai might have given us. Here was an -eye-opener—Schwarmstedt Camp come to Holzminden under a camouflage of -suit-cases! We leaned out of the windows of “A” Barrack as they -staggered in at the main gate, and the Schwarmstedt advance party hailed -their friends as the stream rolled on through the inner gate into the -camp grounds, and bawled out amidst the general babel disparaging -comment on the new camp and its personnel. - -Irish Mick in our room was in great form. “Bury your notes,” he sang -out, “bury your notes. They sthrip ye mother naked.” Every one in three -of the incoming cortège had not less on him than 50 marks in German -currency notes. (_Strengstens verboten_, of course, and a search on -arrival was the accepted thing.) So, taking Mick at his word, they sat -them down on the dusty _Spielplatz_, made unobtrusive graves with pocket -knives, and dedicated their money to the land. Perhaps they were seen. -Perhaps the scratches were in some cases too obvious. At all events the -Germans became wise; and one of their N.C.O.’s going round betimes next -morning before the party had been able to see to their investments -unearthed no less than 2000 marks! The Schwarmstedt party lost the first -round. - -We have digressed somewhat: but those first few days at Holzminden were -days of digressions, of alarums and excursions, of administration too -chaotic even for a serious strafe. The best organisation in the world -will not get 500 more or less passive resisters satisfactorily -transplanted from one place to another without considerable difficulty, -and the German arrangements at Holzminden were ludicrously insufficient -for their task. The buildings were there, and that was about all. The -crockery had not arrived; there were three large boilers in the German -cook-house to cater for the bodily wants of 500 English officers and 100 -Germans; there were two or three wretched cooking-stoves for our private -use; there were about half a dozen British orderlies—the rest, we were -told, were on their way; the bathroom had not even been begun; the -parcel room was not yet open, nor was the canteen; the German staff were -incomplete, new to the ropes, and totally inefficient. The Commandant -was a kindly old dodderer of about seventy who left everything in the -hands of the Camp Officer; and the Camp Officer, as we were to know -before very long and as a good many knew quite well already, was the -most plausible villain and the biggest liar in Germany. Hauptmann Karl -Niemeyer will figure perforce largely in these pages. Let him be -introduced to the reader as he introduced himself to us on our arrival -in the camp. It was one of his stock ‘turns.’ - -Twenty-five of us had arrived at midnight from Heidelberg, dead tired -and hungry, and had been greeted in fluent Yank beneath the flaring -electric lamp at the door of the Kommandantur by someone whom at first -sight and sound we took to be rather a genial and sympathetic person. He -told us that he was glad to see us, that he was always glad to see any -Englishman, that he had been great friends with the English himself -before the war, and that he hoped to be so again. But that in the -meanwhile war was war. That we had better, y’know, write straight away -to our friends for our thickest clothes, y’know. It was very cold here -in winter, y’know—(he did not then add that there was also very little -fuel and that wood was going to cost us 18 marks a pailful). He -concluded his speech of welcome on a note of old-world hospitality which -made us think of bedroom candles and a comforting ‘night-cap’:— - -“So now, yentlemen, I expect you will be glad to go to your bedrooms. I -will wish you good-night. You will be searched in the morning.” - -We crawled upstairs full of hope and were sorted out into three of the -upper rooms reserved for newcomers. There was nothing to eat and no -night lingerie to slip into; and we were locked in because we had not -been searched. - -In the morning we appeared again, empty and unshaven, for the search. -Our kind mentor of the night before must have pierced our secret, for -almost his first enquiry was whether we had breakfasted. A menial was -then despatched to bid the cook provide breakfast for the _Herren_ with -all despatch, and we solaced our impatience with unreasoned thoughts of -a sizzling rasher, or at least some _wurst_. Breakfast, when it came, -was one cup each of _ersatz_ coffee, and lukewarm at that. But the -genial Karl pretended not to understand our disgust. - -It must be admitted that he did not confine his innocent pranks to the -newly captured. All was fish that came to his net. The only difference -was that he got so little change out of those who knew the ropes. They, -for instance, might have guessed what “breakfast” (German 1917 version) -meant. Also they knew their rights and how far he—and they—could go, -pretty well to the last centimetre. So, be it added, did he. It was one -thing for the whole camp to laugh at him on _appel_ (roll-call). -Laughing and shouting on _appel_—Homeric ripples of merriment or short -sharp barks from the entire assembly—were recognised as means of -entering effective protest when the Germans began to exceed their -prerogatives. But it would be quite another thing to tell Niemeyer to -his face to shut up. One officer did this and was promptly marched off -to the cells. These two had waged bitter war since Ströhen days and the -Englishman had renewed the offensive by openly refusing to shake -Niemeyer’s hand on arrival at Holzminden. It was natural that the latter -should get back on him as soon as the opportunity arrived. Holding, as -he did, all the scoring cards, Niemeyer never went out of his way to -avoid trouble. On the contrary, he welcomed it. His power to deal with -the situation to his own satisfaction only failed when, as sometimes -happened, his temper passed completely beyond his control. - -Under him, and in charge of Kaserne A, was one Gröner, a saturnine, -sallow, heavy-moustachioed fellow, reputed a schoolmaster in civil life, -and from all appearances a worthy exponent of Kultur. By the -Schwarmstedt lot he was known and loathed, and his stomach bulged -temptingly as he stalked on to our _appel_. - -And there was Ulrich, who arrived shortly after the opening of the camp -and assumed command of B Kaserne and its two hundred and fifty -inhabitants. Ulrich had stopped something very recently in the -Passchendaele fighting and was generally understood to be “swinging the -lead.” At all events no brisker or jauntier figure was to be seen most -days of the week. But if a General hove in sight, or there was a rumour -of further drastic combings-out in the home service cadres, Ulrich -forthwith assumed a halt and woe-begone gait. His chest caved in, his -left leg lagged behind his right, and he appeared supremely miserable -and C3. These seizures were chronic, but were noticed to be of brief -duration. For the rest, Ulrich was polite, but a doubtful character. To -a privileged few he was communicative and expressed his doubts as to the -orthodoxy of the conduct of prison camps in the Xth Army Corps. But his -billet depended on his keeping in with the authorities; he was a -border-line case for the front, and he had a wife and numerous children. -What would you, or he? - -Let us take the opportunity to introduce the rest of the minor -characters. There was a _Feldwebel-Leutnant_ called Welman who -rejoiced—justly enough—in the sobriquet of the “Jew Boy.” He had never -been to the front, was reported to be permanently unfit and to get fifty -per cent. of the profits of the canteen. At all events he was the -officer in charge of the Quartermaster’s Department in this Camp, and -was credited accordingly with a snug war billet. He was not -discourteous, but if unduly harassed by his own superiors, or by a long -row of sneeringly critical English, he became excited, and his voice -used to sound as if it came out of the bridge of his Semitic nose. He -spoke vile Berlinese and was generally regarded as a harmless enough -little soul with a capacity for business. - -There was “Square-eyes,” an old farmer Feldwebel who had been promised -his discharge months since and loathed his present job. He never made an -enemy among the English in the camp and used to speak broken English, -beaming through enormous horn spectacles. Unfortunately his reign did -not last long. Either his discharge came, or he was regarded by the -authorities as too mild for his job. At all events he left us -comparatively early. - -And there were other gentlemen Feldwebels who construed their duties too -humanely for the taste of the authorities and were removed; and one or -two who gained full approbation, and remained to add to the gaiety of -things. - -What a fate to have the charge of officers in a prison camp! Theirs was -not an enviable lot. If they were too severe, they forfeited all moral -control over us. If they were too complaisant, they risked losing their -jobs. There was no more difficult fence on which to sit and preserve -balance. A few—the more democratic—were doubtless intrigued by the idea -of exercising control on the sacred officer class; on most it weighed as -an irreconcileable anomaly. - -One little fellow, Mandelbrot, curiously combined respect and authority -in his behaviour to us. He was an incorrigible disciplinarian and never -allowed any liberties. But if he had to address a British officer, -whatever the officer’s rank, he would click his heels together and stand -to attention. - -The first ten days at Holzminden were chaos itself. Even Niemeyer was -unable to exert himself as actively inimical in the complete -disorganisation. He was too busily engaged in strafing his own staff. -Moreover, he was as yet only Camp Officer. The doddering old Commandant -still reigned and Niemeyer’s time was largely spent in interposing his -unwelcome oar into conversations between the Commandant and an aggrieved -senior British officer. - -The English, moreover, were at sixes and sevens amongst themselves. It -was frankly a struggle for food. Schwarmstedt, as stated, had brought -very few tins. We from Baden had none. The German commissariat was of -course execrable. There was no “common box” or relief store of tins and -food for new-comers such as had been instituted in the prosperous days -of Crefeld and Gütersloh, when the odd captives straggled in from the -battle of the Somme and found plenty awaiting them. Parcels had in many -cases been already countermanded on the strength of the Holland rumour, -in others they were in process of being diverted from Schwarmstedt, and -this would probably be a matter of weeks. For the first time since 1914 -the old campaigners were casting about for their next meal. It was a new -experience. The German canteen, of course, had nothing edible for sale. -There was barely fuel enough for our few stoves; the baths were not yet -open; the beds were hard and rocky. - -It needed but a brief acquaintanceship with the Xth Corps to be able to -put one’s finger on the _fons et origo mali_, which went much deeper -than the doddering Commandant and his graceless Lieutenant. Everything -that was unpleasant in our new surroundings had been hatched, we might -be sure, at H.Q. from the brain of von Hänisch, the fox, _General -Kommandierende_ of the Corps. Now von Hänisch, besides being by nature -fox-like, had got a bad hammering from the English on the Somme, and had -lost many men, and his field command into the bargain; and now, with a -third or so of the British officer prisoners-of-war in Germany under his -amiable tutelage, he was not the man to waste any time in getting back -on the country which had been the means of breaking him. - -The camp was not ten days old before von Renard took a preliminary prowl -round his prize covert to appraise the value of his new hunting grounds; -the magic word went forth “_Inspection_.” The taps were turned on; the -available brooms were brought forth; the British orderlies—what there -were of them—were set on to every conceivable form of fatigue; the -German staff worked overtime, and general electricity pervaded the -place. And amidst the general preparations the senior British officer -girded up his loins for a battle royal and noted down with his faithful -adjutant a long list of complaints.... - -It is the next day, some time after morning _appel_, which the General -has attended and which has passed without incident. The senior British -officer, the better to forward his many just claims, has ordered a -punctiliously correct parade. - -From Room 69 on the second floor of Kaserne A we may get a good view of -the interview which, one way or the other, is destined to fashion our -existence for the immediate future. The General having made a tour of -the Camp is about to pass through the gate into the precincts of the -Kommandantur. Our senior officer will apply for an interview. The -General will doubtless unbend so far as to go through the form of one. - -He is surrounded by his staff, as well as by the old Camp Commandant, -with his insufferable Camp Officer, the Paymaster, and the other -officers attached to the camp. They are grouped respectfully behind -their Chief, very splendid in their best uniforms, and stiff as pokers. -Every now and again he turns and addresses a question to one of them, -and then the poker back grows even stiffer, and the gloved hand goes up -to the peaked cap in salute and stays there till the General is pleased -to turn away again. How we used to loathe this German habit. One -conceived a frantic longing to tear their hands forcibly away and fasten -them down. It seemed so thoroughly Prussian, this habit of talking to -their superiors as if they were shading their eyes from the sun! How -infinitely better our own brisk method seemed than this long-drawn -apotheosis! - -The interview is graciously accorded and takes place on the bleak patch -of grass graced by the euphemistic title of _Spielplatz_ and already -worn bare by the trampling to and fro of 500 pairs of feet. Here, -against the back wall of the squalid cook-house, across one of the -dining room tables (symbol of conference!), ringed in by smug -supercilious Huns, and with the eyes of his own countrymen riveted on -him from the adjoining barrack, our senior officer joins the issue. It -exemplifies the scant attention which has been paid to the spokesman of -the British community that the interview should be held in the open air, -almost as an afterthought, instead of, as it should properly have been -held, in the Kommandantur itself. - -The senior British officer has no enviable task, but he has at least the -armour of experience and knows how far he may go and to what he is -entitled. Years of this sort of thing—ever since First Ypres—have taught -him that only too well. There is nothing novel to him in this interview; -only that the nature of the Hun opposite to him partakes of the -attributes of the fox rather than of the pig, and that he has if -possible a stiffer job in prospect than ever heretofore, and one which -he would gladly delegate. - -It is no sinecure being senior officer in a bad German prison camp. “The -stiffest job I ever took on in my life,” a veteran of both the Boer and -the European war was heard to say once. “I have never known a position -where one weak link in one’s own argument, one single individual who is -beyond control, will so completely crack one’s line of defence.” - -But of that anon. For the present we will follow Major Wyndham at his -uphill task, as the interview begins. He trusts to his own moderate -German rather than to an interpreter and speaks direct to the Fox, who -listens with eyes askance and a sneer on his face. - -The first complaint is the building accommodation. It is at present -quite inadequate. There are no public rooms, no library, one solitary -cook-house, and no bathroom. When are these going to be allowed, please? - -The General confers. The extra cook-house and the bathroom will be put -up as soon as possible. As to the public rooms and the library, there is -nothing in the Regulations which prescribes for these. They have been -permitted in other camps, but that was a luxury. - -“But every German officers’ camp in England has at least one public -room. It is well known.” - -“That may be. But England is not Germany. It is war-time, and the -English officers must learn to do without luxuries.” - -“Is it to be understood that this is a ‘strafe’ camp?” - -“It may please the English officers to understand that. It is deserved -_allerdings_. Next please.” The General glances at his watch. - -The next complaint is the size of the exercise ground. It is too small -to admit of games being properly played. There is plenty of room if the -General will permit the barbed wire fence on the southern side to be -moved back 15 yards. It will not encroach on the allotments. And a -corner at the south-east end of the camp might also with advantage be -put inside the wire. - -This is a reasonable proposition. As things are, we can play a -half-sized game of hockey on the available ground. One half-sized game -of hockey will not go far amongst 550. And there is no necessity for the -curtailment. Along the southern side of the ground the inner wire runs -parallel to the outer wall, but full 40 yards away from it; immediately -under the wall are the allotments of the camp staff. There is a space 20 -yards in breadth between the wire and the allotments. Why should we not -have this? One can do a lot with 20 yards on a hundred yards’ stretch in -a prison camp. - -But Foxy-face knows only too well where he can hit us on the raw, and is -obdurate. “Later, perhaps, we will see, but now impossible. Neither can -the gymnasium at the south-eastern end, or any of the ground round it, -be included.” - -Next on the programme comes the conduct of the Camp Officer. Why has -Hauptmann Niemeyer, whose behaviour at Ströhen Camp has been already -reported to and strongly condemned by the _Kriegsministerium_ (War -Office), been again placed in a position of responsibility in so large a -camp? Has the General been made aware of his previous record? - -The senior British officer regrets that he cannot command greater -fluency as he makes this point-blank attack. If he succeeds, Niemeyer -will have to go. If he fails, it will be war to the knife between the -two of them, and he knows it. - -But the General has already prejudged the issue and our Major might just -as well have saved his powder. Niemeyer has been standing with his hand -at the peak of his cap for three minutes gabbling all the time. A clever -man can get quite a lot of self-justification into three minutes. He -will stay. We can trust him for that ... the General beams on his -faithful henchman. - -The Major sees that it is hopeless, but keeps his temper and carries on. -There is one more complaint, and a big one, for it touches honour rather -than comfort. It is on the delicate subject of parole. - -Now it should be explained that in the Great War captivity meant -confinement in the strictest sense of the term, and the roystering days -at Verdun in the Napoleonic Wars were not repeated. In those days -prisoners on parole kept their private apartments, their carriages, and -their mistresses, and racketed, if they wished to—so long as they kept -within a reasonable and elastic law—to their heart’s content. In the -Great War it was the wish, rightly and clearly expressed by Lord Grey, -that officers should use the privileges of parole to take walks outside -the camp only when they could not get sufficient exercise within it to -keep themselves fit. When, therefore, in previous camps the British had -availed themselves of this privilege, they had been in the habit, before -starting on the walk, of handing in a signed card to the Germans on -which it was stated that they undertook not to do two things:—to escape -or in any way to facilitate future escape, or to damage German property. -The arrangement had proved perfectly satisfactory. - -But at Holzminden, when the cards were produced for us to sign, there -was a whole charter of other things that we must or might not do when we -went out for walks. We were required, for instance, to sign to the -effect that we would unhesitatingly obey the orders of the German -officer or N.C.O. accompanying us; this hit at the whole basis of the -parole idea. We were asked to append our names underneath a clause which -stated that we _knew_ that the breaking of our parole was punishable -with the death penalty; this merely insulted our intelligence. We were -determined that we would either take walks on parole on the terms of -heretofore or not take them at all. This spirit of dogged conservatism -when there was so clearly everything to lose and nothing much to gain -might seem petty and unreasonable, were it not remembered, firstly, that -any attempt to interfere with our parole was in honour bound to be -furiously contested, and secondly, that if in the course of business you -conceded the German an inch, he was pretty certain shortly to make -overtures for a mile. - -Such, at any rate, is the opinion of the senior British officer, as he -now bluntly demands the _status quo ante_ in the matter of parole. - -The General laughs and turns to his escort. Who are these British after -all who should set themselves up on so high a pedestal? It is known that -their parole was broken at Schwarmstedt, in the spirit, if not actually -in the letter. The Major asks for corroborative detail. It is given and -denied roundly. - -The high and mighty _Stellvertreter Kommandierende General_ does not -lightly brook flat contradiction in his own domain, and begins to lose -his temper. In other words, he begins to shout. The word “Baralong,” -spat out so that all can hear, floats up to our upper window. He is -presumably making some general allegation against the lost British sense -of honour. Neither is our Major quite so cool as he was; “Lusitania” -counters “Baralong.” - -There is no further any attempt at concealment and the Fox bares his -teeth in a snarl. - -“If every Englishman in this command,” he storms, “got his deserts he -would be shot.” And he stalks away with his staff in a white heat of -passion. - -The senior British officer sends for his Adjutant and an order goes -round the camp that all parole cards will be torn up and no walks will -take place until an apology is forthcoming. - -[Illustration: - - View from Kaserne B, showing skating rink made in January 1918. -] - -The apology took months to come. It took weeks only to report the full -circumstances of the case to the British Legation in Holland, thence to -the Dutch Minister in Berlin, and finally to the Kriegsministerium -itself. And in the meanwhile 500 odd British officers took their sole -exercise in the slushy compound, pounding round and round the eternal -triangle, forbidden to play games, and longing for the frost which would -at least enable them to build a slide. - -And on the evening after the General’s departure a groan went up from -the entire _appel_ as the Interpreter announced the fact that the aged -Commandant had taken his expected departure and that Hauptmann Niemeyer -reigned in his stead. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER II - - NIEMEYER—AND PINPRICKS - - -What has been told may serve as a prologue. The curtain at Holzminden -did not really go up till Niemeyer came into his own. He became on his -accession even more truculent than hitherto. War was openly declared -between himself and the senior British officer. The cells rapidly filled -up with officers whom he had incarcerated for an innocuous stare, a -failure to salute at 30 paces distance, or more than likely for no -reason at all. We became accustomed to the sight and sound of this -gentle knight outside our Kaserne in the morning about a quarter to -eight, storming up and down in a black gust of bilious passion, harrying -everybody—Germans, British, officers, orderlies—anyone, in short, who -crossed his path. “I give you three days right away,” “I guess you know -I am the Commandant,” and similar phrases floated up to us as we lay in -bed half asleep and warned us that we might expect a visit at any -moment. Sometimes, in the beginning, he came into our rooms in person -and made facetiously offensive remarks to our unresponsive forms. But -later his sense of dignity deprived us of the pleasure of his company at -these early hours, and he preferred to prowl about outside in general -supervision, while sentries and N.C.O.’s, acting to orders, and sheepish -or blatant according to their natures, banged upon our doors, and with a -raucous _Aufstehen_ (“get up”) contrived as a rule to bring back -reality. - -We were supposed to be up by 8 o’clock. If we were not, there was always -the risk that one of the sentries might interpret his duties too -literally and pull us out. This insult was of quite frequent occurrence, -and it resulted, as may be supposed, in friction of the most serious -kind. Someone would probably shout down at Niemeyer in the enclosure -“Take your — sentries away,” and Niemeyer would at once storm his way up -to have a personal investigation on the spot. The hate at that -unseasonable time in the morning could be very direct, and usually -resulted in the Commandant bagging a brace or so more for “jug.” - -It need not be added that these visits aroused intense resentment. It -was so obvious that they were only intended to annoy. The pretext was -that we were so habitually late on the 9 o’clock _appel_. The answer to -that was that in a crowd of 500 odd a great many would be late at any -_appel_, be it fixed for 9 or 10, or even 12. Let those who were late -take their chance of punishment. Another argument advanced by Niemeyer -was that according to the regulations every room had to be swept and -garnished by 10 a.m. Our reply was that they always were. Our own -orderlies were responsible for that job, and they performed it when they -were not called away from their own task on a German fatigue. And in -their unavoidable absence we cleaned up our rooms and made our beds -ourselves. - -This little game was in fact no more than one of a series of pinpricks; -taken by itself we could have made light of it. But the snowball of -pinpricks gathered weight as the camp got under weigh and Niemeyer grew -more and more secure in his position. - -Niemeyer succeeded in impregnating the entire camp with an atmosphere of -acute discontent and jumpiness, and no one knew this better than -himself. It was, as a matter of fact, a remarkably fine achievement for -one man, for Holzminden might have been from the start a happy camp. The -air was good, the view was good, the buildings were waterproof, the -water supply was good. Only the Commandant was vile. - -The man who controlled the welfare of approximately one-quarter of the -English officers at this time prisoners-of-war in Germany had for 17 -years besmirched by his presence the province of Milwaukee, U.S.A. His -twin brother, Heinrich, of Clausthal Camp in the same command, boasted a -similar record—what they had done during the 17 years nobody exactly -knew. The brethren were practically doubles, and rivalled each other in -the calculated arrogance, animosity, and deceit which, for the best part -of a year, busied a thousand souls in devising suitable post-bellum -punishments for the estimable pair. If a comparison had to be made, it -might be said by those in a position to know that Harry was the worse on -occasions, but that Charlie had it for sheer, dogged, day-in day-out -nastiness. In any case there was not much in it. - -It was a concatenation of unfortunate circumstances that two watch-dogs -of such a breed and temper happened to be lying idle in the Hanover -kennels when the word went forth for a general British strafe in the Xth -Army Corps. It was always understood that the pair had weathered a -search on the high seas by a British destroyer when crossing over from -America to the service of their beloved Fatherland. As to Charles, it -was reported that he had been given some form of a command on the Somme, -but had lost it again within a brief period. He was certainly fond of -referring in no uncertain way to his dreadful experiences in that -battle—which was, if anything, a pretty sure indication that he had -never been near it. - -The reason for the high favour in which the Niemeyers were held at -Hanover was always something of an enigma. It was supposed by some that -they could trace their patronage to even Higher Quarters than the Army -Corps Commander. The appointments of Camp Commandants, we were once told -by a friendly Dutchman from the Berlin Legation, were in the giving of -the Emperor. He alone could make and unmake. There was no reason to -suppose this particular Dutchman was lying to us, and he had come -straight from the Hague, where Lord Newton was at the time endeavouring -to thrash out an acceptable exchange agreement with the German -representatives. Certain it is that, despite the strongest -representations ever since the departure of the first party for exchange -to Holland—from British officers to the British General commanding in -that country, from the General to the War Office, from the War Office -back again to the British Legation in Holland, from the Legation to the -Dutch Government, and from the Dutch Government to Berlin—the pair stuck -like leeches, and retired, by the back door, only at such an advanced -period in the war that it had become evident that not even the patronage -of the All Highest was likely to avail them much any longer. If true, it -is an index of the system. - -But most of us were sceptical of this explanation. It appeared more -reasonable to suppose that the Niemeyers were helping Hänisch in butter -from our parcels and getting carte blanche as a _quid pro quo_. There is -no doubt at all that Charles used to steal, although he took good care -to cover his tracks[4]. - - -[Footnote 4: When the parcel room at Holzminden was cleared out after -the armistice, a trap-door was found in the floor, thus allowing access -from under the guard-room. Niemeyer expressed the greatest -astonishment.] - - -In appearance they were typically Hunnish, but of the commercial rather -than the military brand. Bullet heads with close-cropped grey hair; -florid complexion; grey moustachios with the usual Kaiser twirl; heavy -jowl and thick neck. Charles Niemeyer used to wear his cap at a rakish -angle on the back of his head. He was never seen out of his Prussian -military greatcoat except during a severe heat wave, or without his -spurs. Like most of his countrymen he carried a swelling paunch, which -protruded as he walked or stood even more prominently than its -circumference warranted. Sometimes he carried a stick, but more usually -he thrust both hands deep into his greatcoat pockets, from which they -were only occasionally withdrawn to return a salute. He smoked large -numbers of cigars. All these outward characteristics gave him a most -plebeian appearance singularly at variance with that of the usual dapper -and punctilious regimental officer. - -[Illustration: - - Karl Niemeyer. -] - -His voice was the most astounding thing about him. It was really a most -delicately modulated instrument capable of the softest and most -sycophantic coo or the most guttural bellow, as occasion demanded. -Niemeyer used to speak his native tongue extremely fast, babbling along -without any of the harsh scraping dissonances that one usually -associated with it, and quite unintelligibly to the ordinary English -ear. His English was simply bar-tender Yank, extremely fluent within -certain stock limits and every now and then including a ludicrous error; -also, when he wished it, suitably foul. He sometimes made absurd -mistakes. Thus he would say “I will have you arrested right now—in five -minutes,” or (his best) “You think I do not understand the English, but -I do. I know dam all about you.” - -“Right away,” “cost price,” the enclitic “Yes-no” at the end of a -sentence, and other absurdities abounded in his speech. “Cost price” was -a particular favourite. You could get “cost price” jug for any period: -or you could be “told something straight, yes cost price, I guess.” He -cherished the idea that “cost price” represented what was plain and -unequivocal, an index to the straight-dealing methods of alien saloon -managers in far Milwaukee. Sometimes, when a grievance involved the use -of technical English beyond his range, he would blind at us in German, -which we infinitely preferred, as it gave the comedians an opportunity -for looking uncomprehendingly asinine and shouting in chorus _nichts -verstehen_ (“don’t understand”), which infuriated him. - -With Niemeyer first impressions were not actually unpleasing, as he had -clear blue eyes and a voice which, as I have said, when under control -was not unmusical. New arrivals at the camp, unless they had been -forewarned or had had previous dealings with him, were inclined to size -him up as a friendly, if over-familiar, old bounder. - -He used to walk about with a retriever puppy, which was a source of -considerable annoyance to its owner, as it was invariably on better -terms with the prisoners-of-war, who used sometimes to feed it, than -with himself. The only occasions on which he was ever seen to stoop was -when bending down to coax the puppy to follow its rightful master. - -He treated his dependants as beings of another world—“like dogs” would -be too mild a term, for Niemeyer was quite restrained in his dealings -with the puppy. He was never seen to return his men’s salutes; he only -returned ours as the result of frequent protests. His conduct towards -the British orderlies was just the same, except that his vituperation -had to be done in English and with therefore more limited scope. To the -British officers, except in his moods of Berserker fury, he would be -either coldly polite or else offensively hail-fellow-well-met, as the -mood took him. If he had any hobbies we did not hear of them. He neither -walked nor rode nor indulged in any sport. Once in a blue moon he went -for a drive. He was a bachelor, and was understood to loathe the sight -of women. Whether he drank or drugged or gambled his many spare hours -away at Holzminden is not known. We did not certainly identify him with -literary tasks. The knowledge of his power was his main solace, and -there is no doubt that he often stirred up trouble in the camp for the -sake of trouble. To some such motive only could be ascribed his -relentlessly literal interpretation of the Corps regulations. Under a -reasonable régime these would never have been pressed. Even so, things -at Holzminden would have gone smoothly enough if he had been a -gentleman. It was the fact that even this modest provision had not been -made on their account that goaded the British to an intense intolerance -of the man and all his works; and he, in his turn, looked for moral -support to the authority which, with full knowledge, had placed him -where he was. Such was Captain of the Reserve Karl Niemeyer. - -He adopted the policy of alleviating our numerous discomforts only by -slow degrees or on the principle of two steps backward for each one -forward. A long string of complaints was presented to him on the average -about twice a week. The bath-house was at length completed, and the camp -watch-dog was promptly lodged in it. When remonstrated with, Niemeyer -explained that there was at present no room for the dog’s accommodation -in the Kommandantur. So we continued bath-less for another month—those -of us, at least, who could not face an icy plunge in the horse-troughs -on the _Spielplatz_. When at length the bath-house was vacated and -purged, it was found that only two of the showers were effective. - -Somebody broke one of the electric lamps in the compound: all games were -promptly stopped. This left us literally with no outlet for exercise -except the monotonous “pound” in shorts and jersey round the camp -enclosure, or a furtive game of fives at the end of one of the long -corridors, for which it was not always easy to “book a court”! - -The distribution of parcels was kept in the hands of the German -personnel, and as a result hopeless chaos and congestion reigned. In all -previous camps the British had efficiently organised the distribution of -their own parcels, no light task in the days when supplies from home -were unrationed and one recipient might claim as many as twenty parcels -in a week. When the consignments diverted from other camps began to -reach Holzminden, the German parcel room was packed from floor to -ceiling with the accumulations. The most that Niemeyer would at first -allow in the nature of English control in the parcel room was the -services of two orderlies. The presence of a British officer in the -parcel room, even on parole and for the express purpose of supervising -and facilitating delivery, was only permitted when all other attempts to -cope with the situation had failed. - -It was the same with the tin rooms, and here a word of explanation is -required. When a prisoner-of-war in Germany drew his parcel from home he -might not, strictly speaking, merely walk off with it under his arm. -This practice was winked at in many easy camps, but at Holzminden it was -rigidly taboo. The regulations stipulated that every article should be -strictly censored before issue. It was not enough to shake a tin to -ascertain its non-contraband nature. It had to be opened by a German and -its contents taken delivery of in a plate or bowl. And if the contents -were solid, such as, for instance, a tinned ham, then that ham had to be -cut, bisected, quartered, or “Crippened” into just so many fragments as -would leave no room for doubt that a compass or a map or a file did not -remain concealed. A ham or tongue, of course, was thus ruined. The -German employees in the tin room loathed this desecration almost as much -as we did; it gave them additional work and seemed to them to be an act -of unreasoning vandalism. Poor devils! Some of them were honest, -although undoubtedly some stole. But it must have been refined torture -for them daily to sniff Elysium and lack its joy, daily to mutilate -_delicatessen_ such as they had not tasted for months and months, daily -to handle forbidden delights. But they had to do it, for they never knew -when the Commandant would not spring a surprise visit on them. I have -seen him take out a penknife on such occasions and hack practically into -mincemeat a tongue which had been left comparatively whole, full of zest -for the service of the Fatherland and threatening dire things to his -staff if ever such an object was let off so lightly again. - -But even the destruction of our food would have been tolerable if we -could have got at it with reasonable ease; unfortunately the inadequacy -of the arrangements extended to the cellars where the tin rooms were -located. At the beginning of things there was one tin room for the -requirements of the whole camp. The tins were brought down from the -parcel room in wheelbarrows and piled on racks in the tin room; there -was no British supervision; there were no lockers or partitions, and the -German staff could not read or understand English. It was hardly to be -wondered at, therefore, that before a week was out the room was in -complete confusion, accentuated each day as the intake exceeded the -offtake. - -To get your tins opened you had to take your turn in a queue. To be the -first man in this queue it was necessary, as a rule, to put in an -appearance about half-past seven in the morning. The last applicant was -usually served just before evening roll-call. All day the queue crawled. -It was a case of queue-crawling or missing a day, English tins or German -rations, and the inner man won. The head of the queue was at the tin -room door. The rest of it coiled along the damp passage which traversed -the cellar floor, it sat and read on the steps of the staircase that led -down to the passage, often it overflowed right into and out of the -doorway of the Kaserne. It was a mournful dispirited queue in those -days. The Germans took five or ten minutes to serve each man and it was -even odds that your tins wouldn’t be there. And if you were very unlucky -you might have an accident with your tray on the return journey, upset -your plates, and have to begin all over again. - -So much for tins; but even so, the toil was not complete. Supposing that -you had emerged, weary but victorious, from the cellars, you had still -only the cold and raw material for your meal; the urgent corollary was -to get this cooked, and to do so it was necessary to fight for a place -on the stoves. Holzminden at that time boasted three cooking stoves with -surface space for thirty pots (including kettles) and a purely wood fuel -supply. It was hardly to be wondered at—so great was the demand, and so -slow the fire—that a great many did not get on the stoves more than once -in the day. It is true that new and better stoves were being built -opposite to B Kaserne, but they were not yet ready. For the moment it -was a case of opportunism, watchfulness, forcefulness if necessary, and -devil take the hindmost. - -Sometimes the old German cook would take part of the overflow on to his -own capacious stoves in the German cook-house and so ease the -congestion. But he was in deadly terror all the time that he would be -seen helping us from the Kommandantur, and he expected a substantial -consideration (in kind) for the risk he took on our behalf. Such -consideration it was not in the power of some of us to bestow. - -We from the sorting camps were feeling the pinch about now, and were -living, most of us, and apart from the German ration, on precarious -charity. At Karlsruhe we had blown ourselves out on tomatoes and bread: -at Heidelberg we had added relish to the bread, with an occasional pot -of honey from their well-stocked canteen. But in the canteen at -Holzminden there was nothing to eat beyond a very nauseous paste. Some -of us were lucky and fell in with a well-stocked mess; the rest of us -waited blankly for our relief parcels, eking out with a tin here and a -tin there, frying bread in dripping, lucky if we could see a meal ahead. -For the first time in our lives we knew hunger; not so fiercely as our -successors in 1918 were to know it, but more fiercely perhaps than the -veterans of 1914 and 1915, who, whatever their other tortures, had at -least come as prisoners into a country where food was to be had for the -purchasing. - -Finally there was the question of fuel. It was October now, and the days -in Brunswick were no longer balmy. Each of our rooms—scheduled to hold -twelve—possessed a stove, but there was nothing to put in the stove. We -saw woods on the horizon to three sides of us. The regulations, we -understood, permitted us the daily ration of a German soldier in the -field. But no wood was forthcoming, except what was brought for the -consumption of our three cooking stoves. A dangerous minority -endeavoured, as usual, to destroy the comfort of the community by -stealing this cooking supply. The practice was sternly stopped. Then -recourse was had to the stools in the dining rooms. These blazed well -for a night or two, but were naturally not replaced, and we had all the -fewer stools to sit upon. Finally those who preferred a blaze to a -night’s rest sacrificed their bed boards. It was reckless jettison, but -excusable. The Camp Commandant had broken faith with us over the fuel -question if possible more flagrantly than over others, and the camp was -justly incensed. One day a representative of the Dutch Legation in -Berlin had been down to visit us. On the morning of his arrival the -Commandant, scenting the trouble which might be expected on this as on -other issues, had caused it to be proclaimed at morning _appel_ that -from that day fuel would be issued free (loud cheers!). We might have -known. We never got a faggot free. The representative carried out his -colourless inspection, and that evening we were as cold as before. The -end of this particular campaign was that ultimately, and under the -extreme pressure of the increasing cold, we paid for wood at the rate of -40 marks a cubic metre. The only people who got fuel free were those -under detention in the cells. - -Every now and again a waggon-load of briquettes used to come in under -escort for discharge in the coal cellars of Kaserne B. On these -occasions we used to help unloading the waggon—but not into the coal -cellars. A crowd of officers with British warms and trench coats with -capacious pockets suddenly appeared from nowhere, swarmed round the -waggon and its disconcerted sentinel, and contrived to get a bit of -their own back. - -For rank exploitation, however, the food supply was _facile princeps_. -We might forgive the Germans for the food they offered us; we could not -forgive them either for the way they served it or for the price they -made us pay for it. - -In one of the cellars aforementioned our year’s potato supply was -stored. This came in in October. Three English orderlies were on -permanent fatigue in this cellar, peeling the daily potato ration for -the camp. When the peeling was complete the potatoes were thrown into -one of the two large coppers in the German cook-house (the other -contained hot water) and were boiled up in relentless conjunction with -the other ingredients billed for that particular day. It did not matter -what they were; everything went into the hotch-potch, and, so long as it -eventually boiled and was ladled out into big pails for despatch to the -dining rooms, all was well. On Sundays there was an occasional lump of -horse-flesh floating in the stew and some green vegetable which might -fairly be classified as “a not too French French bean”; on one Sunday, -as a variation, the skull of a cow complete except for skin and ears was -found floating in the pot. On other days plain _sauerkraut_, or its -equivalent nastiness. Occasionally there was some barley grain which, -with many of us, did duty as porridge for our next morning’s breakfast. - -Such was our bill of fare for the mid-day meal. Our breakfast was -_ersatz_ coffee: our supper was an attenuated version of our lunch. And -for this we were mulcted monthly to the tune of 60 marks a head. No -doubt this charge would have been exceeded, if it had been possible; but -an agreement between the British and German Governments had fixed the -sum of 60 marks as the limit which a subaltern prisoner-of-war might -receive as pay whilst in captivity, and the Germans could not therefore -legally charge any more. As it was, there was nothing left on which a -subaltern might come and go for ordinary out-of-pocket expenses in the -canteen or in camp subscriptions; and to meet these requirements he had -to draw a cheque on his bankers which was discounted with a neutral -agent by the Germans at a ruinous rate of exchange for himself and with -a very comfortable margin of profit for everybody else concerned. - -No one, of course, who could live on his own supply of tins thought of -looking at the German food. It was too impossibly served. Messes would -sometimes depute one of their members to make a dive into the soup tub -and rescue some of the better looking potatoes wherewith to supplement -the evening stew. - -The poor quality of the diet was accepted as directly attributable to -the beleaguered state of Germany. We knew that the sentries and the -staff personnel were getting the same, and that probably the people in -the town were faring little better. What we did resent was that we were -not allowed to take over our ration in bulk and exercise control as to -the manner of its cooking, and also that we were not allowed a rebate -for what we did not require. - -There was only one visible means of retaliation—scrupulously “drawing” -the whole of the weekly ration of Boche bread and as scrupulously -wasting it or burning it. That never failed to create a commotion, and -it was made, before very long, a punishable offence. - -Almost weekly the messing question figured prominently on the agenda for -the senior officer’s conference with the Commandant. Weekly the same -privileges were demanded—control of the raw supply, supervision in the -kitchen, an equivalent return in money for what we did not require. -Weekly the Commandant returned evasive and unsatisfactory replies, and -shifted the onus of responsibility on to convenient and distant Hanover. -To the end we were not quite sure that he might not, in this one -instance, be really telling the truth. The messing system in the Hanover -command might really conceivably be directed from a centralised control; -but if so, how to reconcile our system with that at Clausthal in the -same command, where rebate was allowed as a matter of course? - -Later on, damning evidence was collected to prove that we were not -getting more than two-thirds of our scheduled weight. As a sop we -received the unheard-of concession of getting our potatoes in their -jackets on two days in the week. - -There is little doubt, in the retrospect, that our messing at Holzminden -probably afforded the easiest field for exploitation, so little interest -was taken, during most of the period, in the garbage which was offered -us, and so regular and secure was the payment, a credit from our own -unsuspecting Government debited automatically against us in our account -before we had even the opportunity to turn it into _Lager Geld_, as the -paper currency of the camp used to be called. It was hardly to be -wondered at that the Supply branch of the German army should have been -so venal; the opportunities for profiteering must have been unlimited. - -Sometimes a Quartermaster-General used to come round on inspection and -sniff the mess in the coppers and admire the stoves. With him in close -attendance one probably saw the people who were really getting at us, -the _Verwaltung Leute_ (“Q” people) of the place. They were seedy, -suspicious-looking folk, thin enough in spite of their obvious battening -at our expense. The General himself was a fairly poor specimen of his -class. He drove up to the camp from the station even in the finest -weather in a closed carriage and behind one feeble nag. He was obviously -zealously misinformed about everything, and our quarrel lay not with -him, any more than we should have visited the sins of an over-astute -quartermaster on the shoulders of some old dug-out at Corps H.Q. - -Later on, in 1918, we heard how things had been done at Rastatt in -Baden, where hundreds of British officers lay all day on their beds too -weak to move for weeks on end. There too, where the stuff that we -spurned would have been a banquet, the fault could be brought home to -the criminal maladministration, venality, and neglect of the ghouls on -the lower rungs of the _verwaltung_ staff. We have seen the diaries— - -“Thursday half ration, complained but no explanation. Friday a General -came over to inspect. We were given a double ration for dinner. Saturday -half ration again”: and so on. - -But in their case it was deliberate cruelty as well as exploitation. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER III - - INTRODUCING THE MAIN MOTIF - - -Such, in brief, were some of the major pinpricks in this winter of our -discontent. Needless to say that from the beginning heads had been put -together to discover a means of escape. The camp did not, at first -sight, appear an easy one to get out of, but before we had been there a -month seventeen had been out. A hole was made in the passage of Kaserne -A at the end next to the Kommandantur and through this parties in twos -and threes, and even in sixes and sevens, had crept, walked down the -stairs of the Kommandantur and, in the guise of German sentries under an -N.C.O., made their exit through the main gate. When the first party got -away—three of them—their names were answered for them on _appel_ for the -next day and a half, giving them two full days’ start. This was the more -creditable performance as one of them was a field officer, and as such -paraded on _appel_ with the few other officers of his rank in the camp -in front of the vulgar herd, easy to be seen and equally easy to be -missed. - -Unfortunately Niemeyer’s luck was in. All were caught before they -reached the Ems and were brought back to the camp. The passage was -discovered, the hole was filled up, a system of permit cards initiated, -and the most promising escape channel in the camp was abandoned as being -no longer practicable. Niemeyer was immensely relieved when the last of -his errant lambs was brought back for incarceration. He had had his -lesson and profited by it. Henceforth the English should be allowed no -rope. - -So the wire was heightened and a No Man’s Land was created round the -enclosure between the line of sentries and the Platz, wherein it was -death to walk. Censoring redoubled in vigilance. British control in the -parcel room seemed more distant an event than ever, and Niemeyer became -more blatantly cocksure than before. - -“You see, yentlemen,” he would say, “you cannot get out now. I should -not try; it will be bad for your health.” - -And in reply, and having nothing very much better to do, a select little -band assumed the habits and characteristics of moles and started on the -long task which was to result in convincing Niemeyer that he had made a -mistake, and that where there is a will there is also somehow and -somewhere a way. - -The history of the Holzminden Tunnel is the history of a great -adventure. It was over 60 yards in length, and it took nine months to -complete. It was dug, except for one brief period, in the hours of -daylight between morning and evening _appel_, and its workers, in order -to reach and return from the scene of their labours, ran daily risks of -being identified by the German sentries. Much of it was dug through -layers of stones; all of it was dug with appliances that a miner would -have scorned. During all its long travail it was never actually -suspected—and this though the Camp Commandant prided himself as the -“cutest” gaoler in the Fatherland. Lastly, it was above all expectations -successful, and in a way which satisfied to the full the dramatic -proprieties. - -An attempt has been made in this story to show its readers something of -Holzminden Camp as it was, not because it bristled with barbarities, as -some previous accounts of it might have led credulous people to believe, -but because it did most effectively supply a suitable background to the -tunnel episode; a background of grey, monotonous imprisonment, of minor -indignities considerable only in their cumulative effect, of permanent -tension, of seeming unendingness, and a queer depression beyond the -ordinary. All who were there will testify to that. Holzminden, even in -its lighter moments, was a gloomier camp than many where the actual -conditions were infinitely worse. - -The secrets of the tunnel are not the author’s at first hand; he did not -personally experience its dank embrace; he did not “labour and pray” in -its recesses with a sense of intimate proprietorship. In fact, except -for some organising assistance on the actual night of the escape, he had -nothing actively to do with it. The control of the enterprise rested in -the hands of a select few who were known as the “working-party” and on -whom devolved the whole responsibility of doing the job and seeing that -it was done in secret. It was impossible for those whose business it was -to keep in close personal touch with the whole community to remain long -in ignorance of the identity of the various members of this party. But -what they were doing, how or exactly where they were doing it, when they -would finish doing it—on these points one was not, and did not expect to -be, enlightened. When the working-party discussed plans, they did so -behind closed doors and in an undertone. The results of their -deliberations were communicated to those whom it concerned and to those -alone. Once the shifts had been arranged there was no need for a member -of the party to do more than be in his appointed place at the appointed -time and carry out his appointed task. In the intervals the less he -talked the better. It was only when the scheme was nearing its maturity -and when it became desirable to let a favoured few into the secret that -tongues began ever so circumspectly to wag. - -When the essay became an event, and the tunnel the one topic of -conversation through the camp—and, be it said, through Hanover as -well—it was possible to join the odd ends together and follow the whole -enterprise through in the retrospect from its modest beginning to its -glorious conclusion. This is all that this account pretends to do. - - * * * * * - -At this juncture it may be well to describe the premises. - -[Illustration: - - General plan of Holzminden Camp - - (Scale approx. 1 inch = 50 yards) -] - -The two Kasernes were identical in structure, but the fact that the near -end of Kaserne A was sacred to the Kommandantur and the far end of -Kaserne B was set apart for orderlies gave rise to some more or less -improvised alterations in the internal structure. Here it should be -mentioned that “near end” means nearest to the main gate. As you walked -in through the main gate the Kommandantur lay immediately on your left, -the sentries off duty sniggered at you from the guard-room on your -right, and the officers’ enclosure through another (inner) gate directly -faced you. The portion of Kaserne A set apart for the English was that -part which was beyond the inner gate. The windows of the nearest room to -the gate on the ground floor were whitewashed in order that we might not -read—and thereby be in a position to copy—the permit cards which it was -necessary for every German, military or civilian, to show the sentry on -duty before being permitted to pass in or out of the prisoners’ -enclosure. This regulation was a safeguard introduced after the original -escapes, and it used to afford some amusement. On one occasion a sentry, -having been duly cautioned as to his orders, let Niemeyer himself -through without asking him for his card. The result was an -intensification of the air in the neighbourhood for a good five minutes, -and loud sounds of merriment from the British quarter. Next day the -fellow, on his metal, stopped Niemeyer—in a hurry. The sentry said very -little, Niemeyer said a very great deal; the consequence was that the -sentry got seven days for his pains, and the world—meaning the British -quarter—again cooed with merriment. But that is by the way. - -Going straight on down the main cobble-stoned thoroughfare of the camp, -you reach Kaserne B, about 70 yards apart from Kaserne A. - -[Illustration: - - Kaserne B. -] - -Kaserne B was a 50-yard long, ugly, four-storied affair, with an -entrance doorway and a flight of stairs at each end of it. From each -entrance doorway a few steps _downward_ brought you through another door -to the basement corridor—(the distinction between these doors should be -kept clear in mind). On the outer side of this basement corridor, i.e. -looking towards the uncommunicative outer wire of the camp, were the -punishment cells; on the inner side were the various cellars—the tin -cellar, the bread cellar, the store cellar, the potato cellar, and other -cellars necessary for the economic administration of the camp. Half way -down the basement corridor, and shutting off the British from any -possibility of prying into the cellars at its far end, was a partition -consisting of two doors usually locked. - -The near entrance door was the officers’ entrance, the far door the -orderlies’ entrance. Going through a swing door _opposite_ the officers’ -entrance on the ground floor, you found yourself in a long corridor -which traversed the entire length of the building and connected about a -dozen large rooms wherein the inhabitants of the ground floor lived, -slept, and made shift generally. The rooms averaged about twelve -occupants apiece and looked out on to the inner (enclosure) side. The -lower part of their windows had to be kept permanently shut, even in the -daytime, a source of never-failing contention and resentment. - -The first floor was the counterpart of the ground floor, except that the -windows might be opened and the general appearance was correspondingly -brighter. At the end of each of these floors were the “small” rooms -which opened off in little passages or saps at either end of the main -corridor. These small rooms constituted the wings of the main building, -which was constructed after the pattern and in the proportions of an E -minus its central appendage. The sketch shows this clearly enough. - -These rooms were keenly competed for. They held three to four occupants -each and the actual amount of cubic space per occupant was less in them, -if anything, than in the larger ones. But the moral effect of only -having to reckon with the individual proclivities of two, as against -eleven, other of your fellow-men, was reckoned as an inestimable -advantage; and no sooner was the rumour abroad of one of those -periodical “general posts” occasioned by the departure of a party for -exchange to Holland or elsewhere than the House Adjutant’s[5] room was -besieged by a crowd of applicants and their backers, the insistence of -whose claims was, as a rule, in exactly inverse proportion to their -merit. Thus A, who is being strongly run for the shortly-to-be-vacant -billet in Number 35, is a second lieutenant with eight months’ -experience of captivity, and B, whose inclusion in Number 37 opposite -seems no less essential to its existing occupants, is a Flying Corps -captain aged 21, not yet through his first six months of -_gefangenschaft_. C and D, however, who have commanded companies on the -Somme, remain unchampioned and unambitious in their large rooms amidst a -welter of disorder, discomfort, and possibly discord, and have to be -prodded into admitting that they wouldn’t mind if they _did_ get a -little peace now and again. It is the way of the world. - - -[Footnote 5: At Holzminden the senior British officer worked through a -personal adjutant, known as the Camp Adjutant, who handed on orders to -officers in charge of each Kaserne, known as House Adjutants.] - - -On the second floor there was the difference that two large dining rooms -were interspaced between the living rooms. Dining room, it should be -added, was a term purely of courtesy. It is true that in these rooms the -large majority of officers in the Kaserne stored their cooking utensils, -prepared their food for cooking, and gulped it down as quickly as might -be when cooked. But this feature of the rooms was not stressed, and they -were used in turn, and during the greater part of the day, as theatres, -lecture rooms, concert rooms, reading rooms, and churches; on Saturday -nights, or whenever a “show” was on, officers were requested to have -finished their dinner by six. Dinner over, the cups and plates were -dumped in a convenient corner, the tables were pushed up together to one -end of the room to form a solid platform, and in an incredibly short -space of time the drop scene and the wings were hoisted triumphantly. -Then, after two hours’ rapt forgetfulness of the surroundings, down came -the final curtain, out trooped the audience, and back the tables were -pushed into their respective sites. The drill was clockwork. There was -nothing that we would less willingly have foregone than our “shows,” and -the scene-shifters would have done so least of all. - -But we must leave the dining rooms and mount the stone staircase once -again to the attic floor. This consisted of a few small rooms at the -near (Kommandantur) end, and the orderlies’ quarters, with a stout -wooden partition, strengthened with sheet iron, in between. The small -rooms were remarkable only for their extreme cold and the fact that one -of them played a highly important part in the subsequent proceedings. -The orderlies occupied the farther end of the attic floor. We had the -opportunity of inspecting their quarters when we went up at certain -fixed times to the baggage room, which was at that end of the passage, -to remove, under the surveillance of a German Feldwebel, such articles -as we might require from our heavy luggage. To do so we of course used -the further (orderlies’) staircase. This was supposed to be the only -occasion on which the officers might enter the building by the further -doorway. To check irregularities in this respect a sentry was always -placed at a spot outside the outer wire and exactly opposite the -doorway. - -It should be added that—as the barrack was originally built—the far ends -of the ground, first, and second floor corridors were exact replicas of -the near ends, and gave directly on to the orderlies’ staircase through -swing doors. These doors had at the outset been securely boarded up. -Early in the history of the camp a trap-door had been made by some -officers through the boards on the dining room floor, but it had been -discovered by the Germans, who were now on their guard for any -repetition of the attempt; so that it was now a physical impossibility -to reach the orderlies’ quarters or their staircase by any other means -than walking in at the further doorway. Similarly, orderlies could not -reach their own quarters except through their own door. - -From the near door of Kaserne A (the Kommandantur door) to the far -(orderlies’) door of Kaserne B was a distance of some 150 or 160 yards -and constituted the base of the segment formed by the conformation of -the buildings and enclosure. The arc of the segment was represented by -the barbed wire fence with its neutral zone which ran from just opposite -the orderlies’ door (E)—where it joined the outer wall—round the -semi-circular _Spielplatz_ till it merged in the parcel room and guard -room opposite the Kommandantur. The space thus enclosed between the base -of the segment and the arc represented the gross amount of outdoor elbow -room for the inmates of the camp, and measured about 410 yards round. -The net available space was much less. One German and two English -cook-houses, a twenty-yard square potato patch, a wood shed, -cobble-stones, horse troughs, parallel bars, and a cinder path running -inside the wire, were factors which considerably reduced our field of -sport. - -Just behind the length of the two Kasernes ran the outer barrier, barbed -wire superimposed on iron palings five or six inches apart, with -sentries on the inside and later on the outside beat as well. The whole -of the ground directly between the two Kasernes, and again between them -and the outer barrier, was No Man’s Land and forbidden to the British. - -If you looked from the whitewashed window at the end of the ground floor -corridor in Kaserne B, you saw an eight-foot wall between you and -freedom. This wall ran at right angles from the far end of the wired -palings and was wired on top. There was a sentry permanently posted at -the angle on the inner side, and early in the year the defence was -further strengthened by posting an additional sentry outside. This fact -had an important bearing on the history of the tunnel. - -The wall had a postern gate (D) just opposite the orderlies’ entrance. -This, of course, was always kept locked. It was in any case impossible -to get at without either jumping from the end window of the corridor and -braving No Man’s Land, or cutting the wire near its point of junction -with the end of the building by the orderlies’ door. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER IV - - ESCAPES - - -Such, in brief, were the precautions of the Xth Army Corps for our safe -custody: bolted ground floor windows; wire in abundance; an encircling -belt of No Man’s Land searched to its uttermost inch by strong electric -lamps; an absence of any ground that could by a stretch of imagination -be termed “dead”; police dogs and night patrols; and withal a very -formidable cordon of sentries both within and, subsequently, without the -camp. It was not an easy nut to crack by the overland route. - -After the original mode of exit—through the Kommandantur in “A” House -and out through the main gate—had become known, and therefore obsolete, -more direct methods were practised, with, in many cases, great bravery -and ingenuity, but in all a regrettable absence of success. Three of -these escapades are perhaps deserving of especial mention. - -[Illustration: - - Scene of the Walter-Medlicott attempt. -] - -[Illustration: - - A dining-room at Holzminden. -] - -The first[6] of these will always be regarded by those who saw it or -knew of it as the bravest and at the same time the coolest exploit of -their prison experience. Both the officers who performed it were -subsequently killed—in an attempt, it was said, to break away from their -guards after recapture following an escape from Bad Kolberg. -Unfortunately the English version of that story will never be known, and -the sworn evidence of the sentries—that the British officers, after -being delivered over to their escort, and in spite of the most stringent -warnings, broke away and were mortally wounded in doing so—remains, even -if it be true, cold comfort to their friends. It was the custom that an -attempt to escape, if resulting in capture, involved automatic transfer -to another camp, and of both Medlicott and Walter, the heroes of this -exploit, it can be safely said that neither of them ever stayed anywhere -in Germany long enough to worry about making themselves comfortable. -Truly a proud record. - - -[Footnote 6: To Lieutenant Fitzgerald of the Australian Flying Corps and -his companion—if either of them should read this—my apologies. They were -the first men out from Kaserne B at Holzminden, cutting the wire -opposite the orderlies’ entrance in broad daylight and getting as far as -Munster in mid-winter before recapture. But unfortunately I do not know -any further details of their escapade.] - - -On a Sunday afternoon in March the usual sort of things were happening. -There was the usual small knot of people round the stoves in the Kaserne -B cook-house. There were the usual few taking their afternoon -constitutional up and down on the cobbles or round and round on the -cinder. There was the usual bored sentry moving up and down on his -particular beat in No Man’s Land in the stretch between the two -Kasernes. Except to the favoured few in the secret, there was the usual -complete absence of life or interest in the sombre enclosure. - -From the shadow of the cook-house two officers, wearing civilian -disguise and carrying bulging rucksacks, walked steadily over the -cobbled track, through the plain wire fence, across No Man’s Land, and -up to the wired railings which formed the northern boundary of the camp, -and which can be seen in the left of the photograph. Those who were -there to see them gave one gasp of amazement, and then directed an -agonized look in the direction of the sentry. He was nearing the lee of -Kaserne A, still on the outward portion of his beat, and was not due to -turn for another fifteen seconds or so. They pushed their packs through -the interstices of the palings on to the road, Walter shinned up the -palings, cut the strands of barbed wire, threw back the cutters to -accomplices waiting in the enclosure, and dropped into the road. -Medlicott followed. Then they assumed their packs and pulled out their -civilian hats. As the sentry turned on his beat, two unassuming -pedestrians were to be seen walking up the road which ran parallel to -the camp towards the railway crossing and the south-east. Fortune so far -had favoured this amazing and wonderfully calculated audacity—a scheme -worked out literally in terms of seconds. The sentry at the far corner -of Kaserne B had also clearly suspected nothing: doubtless his beat had -been as carefully observed and timed as that of the other, and the -conclusion arrived at that for a given number of seconds the whole -length of that particular side of the camp would probably not be under -German observation. - -Neither would it have been, but for a coincidence against which no -calculations or precautions could have been proof. The German cell -attendant—a decent little man in his way, but very much _de trop_ on -such an occasion as this—happened to be looking out of one of the -Kaserne B cell windows which gave upon the road, and recognised both -Walter and Medlicott, who had only just completed the sentence of -confinement incurred for their last escape. He rushed upstairs and gave -the alarm. The fugitives, who were by then only a few yards clear of the -camp, realised that something unforeseen had marred their plan and that -they must run for it. In broad daylight, and with a hue and cry in their -rear, they stood but the slenderest chance of making cover in the woods, -to reach which they had first to cross the railway. It being Sunday -afternoon, there was more than the usual traffic on the road and round -the adjoining fields, and—to cut off their one avenue of escape the more -completely—the custodian of the level crossing had received a prompt -warning from the Kommandantur by telephone as to what he might expect; -and he now stood in the path of the fugitives with a loaded gun. - -So the game was up, and the brave pair were brought back amidst -sympathetic cheers from the windows of Kaserne B; the cell attendant got -three months’ leave on the nail; and Niemeyer, glowing with patriotic -fervour and pride at his still unblemished record, allowed one of his -sentries to shoot without the veriest shadow of justification at one of -the crowded end-corridor windows of Kaserne B. Fortunately no one was -hurt either by the bullet or the broken glass. But for the second time -in the history of the camp a court of enquiry sat to examine into a -charge of manslaughter attempted without any provocation. The findings -of this court were ultimately themselves found by the Germans during a -search and promptly confiscated. - -Another attempt to escape partook of the serio-comic. There had been -introduced one day into Kaserne B a length of timber, intended by the -authorities to serve as a framework for messing cupboards in one of the -dining rooms. This timber was, however, promptly earmarked for a purpose -more directly in the interests of the allied cause. A certain beardless -professor of astronomy, who had lectured to us the previous Sunday on -the wonders of the moon and stars, conceived the idea of projecting -himself on this length of timber from one of the corridor windows of the -first floor on to the wire of the palisade, and thence to the road -beyond. The timber was calculated—and proved—to be just long enough to -rest on the wire. His idea was to get himself pushed out on the plank on -a sufficiently dark night, and, when the wire was reached, jump for it. -Three miles of the Cresta run could not equal this little journey for -condensed excitement. - -But unfortunately, though it was a dark night and the stage was well set -for the adventure, the accomplices pushed too hard, and the extemporised -chute—with the professor—went flying into space on the wrong side of the -wire, to the intense alarm of the nearest sentry. Next morning the -dining room was locked, on the ground that it had been put to improper -use. Thereupon several hungry men who wanted to get at their day’s -food-supply battered in the door with stools. Niemeyer retaliated by -locking the whole of the Barrack up within the Kaserne for twenty-four -hours. This was a good example of the collective punishments which used -so often to be applied in prison camps under the rules of the Hague -Convention, embodied, unfortunately, in our own Manual of Military Law. -They were futile, served no effective or precautionary end, and -succeeded merely in rousing even in the more stolid the most bitter -feelings of personal antagonism. It need not be added that such -intervals were infinitely more to Niemeyer’s taste than were the humdrum -periods of chronic dislike and discontent fostered under his genial -charge. - -In this particular instance the siege was lifted after twenty-four -hours. A draft letter to the _Kriegsministerium_, asking in plain German -whether, as the result of one officer attempting to escape, the -remaining officers were to be denied access to their food, was presented -to the Commandant. Niemeyer saw that he had gone far enough, arranged to -parley, and eventually capitulated; an active boycott of the canteen in -A Kaserne may also possibly have hastened his resolution. - -To the end we never discovered the degree of pecuniary interest which -Niemeyer exercised in the profits of the canteen—probably fairly -considerable; he at all events never let a chance slip of attesting -before all and sundry that he was out of pocket on it. - -There was one other very clever attempt made about this time—the only -occasion besides the Walter-Medlicott affair on which the wire was -successfully cut and negotiated in broad daylight. This again was the -result of minute observation and carefully timed and cool action, and -the cause of its failure could have been as little foreseen. - -The performers in this attempt were Captain Strover (Indian Army), -Lieutenant Bousfield (Royal Engineers), and Lieutenant Nichol (R.F.C.). -They chose what was perhaps the weakest spot in the cordon of -sentries—just behind the parcel room. The back of the parcel room—itself -strictly out of bounds except during receiving hours—abutted closely on -to the outer wire, which consisted of wire netting at the bottom and -barbed strands on top to a height of eight feet. Once through this, and -provided you had not been observed, it was only necessary to walk airily -through the married quarters, out of an open gate, and into the suburbs -of Holzminden town. - -The three managed to secrete themselves in the parcel room till about -mid-day, when the German personnel betook itself to the most important -task of the twenty-four hours. Then, with extreme skill and presence of -mind, an aperture in the wire netting was made to admit of the passage -of their persons and packs, and was closed behind them in such a way as -to leave no trace, except upon minute observation, that the wire had -been tampered with at all. The solitary sentry on that particular beat -saw nothing, and they walked unchallenged into Holzminden, intending to -cross the Weser at the town bridge and make north-west for Holland. But -at a street corner they came face to face with one of the tin room -attendants of the camp, who knew Strover by sight. He allowed them to -pass unchallenged, but a little later obviously thought better of it; -and from that moment they were aware that their footsteps were being -dogged. They hurried on as fast as was possible, but the game was up. In -an incredibly short time, so it seemed, the whole of Holzminden was -following them, as the children of Hamelin, further down the Weser, once -followed the Pied Piper; and after one half-hearted attempt to disarm -suspicion by a mild _was ist los?_ (“what’s up?”)—the most appropriate -German remark under the circumstances—they chucked their hand in and -acknowledged defeat. - -It was a striking tribute to the skilful nature of this escape that the -hole in the wire was not discovered, in spite of the most elaborate -search, till several hours later. - -Many other attempts were made, but they were still-born in disaster -before the wire was reached: they were made usually at night, and we -would be awakened out of our beauty sleep by shouts and tramplings, -alarums and excursions, a mild barrage of rifle shots, the flash of a -torchlight on to our beds by a harassed Feldwebel conducting an -emergency _appel_, and general vituperation after the manner of the best -disciplined army in the world. - -One bright spirit conceived the idea of parachuting himself on a windy -night with an improvised umbrella from the top floor; but either the -wind never reached the required velocity, or else his courage—very -excusably—ebbed before the sticking point. - -Two others tried to be conveyed out of the camp gates in the muck cart -which cleared the camp refuse once in every week. The British orderlies -on this fatigue were let into the secret, and as soon as the two -officers had crept unperceived by the German sentry into the well of the -cart, they were engaged to shovel on to and over them the whole of the -unsavoury contents of the refuse bin. It was a sporting venture. To sit -possibly for hours at the bottom of a heap of decayed food, lees of tea, -used tins, and discarded dish-cloths, on the off-chance of being able to -get away when the cart was finally unloaded at the town refuse heaps—the -ordinary man blenched at the very proposition. Nevertheless it was only -bad generalship which prevented them at least from getting clear of the -camp. One officer successfully negotiated his part of the programme and -was well hidden away in the cart which was clearing the A Kaserne bin. -His partner, however, was noticed by the sentry and the alarm was given; -with the result that after much prodding and mild comedy each -unfortunate was finally unearthed from his malodorous retreat and the -pair were marched off to the cells, taking the bathroom en route as a -necessary preliminary. - -The star of Niemeyer was in the ascendant. Every fruitless attempt -increased his arrogance and intensified his bar-tender style of -buffoonery. The devil himself when the alarm was on, he could afford to -jest and be merry at our expense as soon as the damage had been put -right and the tally of his charges agreed once again with the official -register. - -“Yentlemen,” he would say, strutting up to a group of us as we were -discussing the Strover episode, “you have taught me a lesson. I shall -not forget it. You need not trouble any more. Good morning.” - -Or some officer of field rank, but just out from five weeks’ cells for -his last attempt, would be lolling listlessly about, gazing blankly on -the horizon and freedom. To him Niemeyer suddenly appearing would -proffer unsought advice: - -“It is no good, Colonel, you cannot do it: I see to it, you know!” - -And pass on, before the other had time to reply. - -Or he would stroll up to a knot of officers and discuss bootshops in -Bond Street, and express his regret that he should in all probability -never visit London again ... he had been very fond of London. What a -pity it all was. But then he was only a poor captain and had to carry -out his orders; if only the British would give their “honour word” not -to escape he would order the wire to be removed immediately. - -The best man to deal with him in these moods was one “Broncho.” Broncho, -indeed, never failed to tell the Commandant exactly what he thought of -him, and was a privileged person to that extent. - -“It’s no good talking like that, Commandant,” he would say. “This camp’s -a disgrace even to the Xth Army Corps, and you know it.” - -And Niemeyer would strut away, hugely pleased. - -But these moods were few and far between, and made him the unreliable -blackguard that he was. For weeks at a time we would be denied the -privilege of seeing his bulky figure in the inevitable blue greatcoat, -swaggering along, hands in pockets, cigar in mouth, and cap well on the -back of his head; during these periods he sat tight in the recesses of -the Kommandantur and put out the tentacles of his power through his -various minions. He was reputed to have bouts of drink and drugging and -to hold wild orgies in his comfortable apartments. Rumour credited him -with having been seen vomiting on to the courtyard from an upper window, -supported on either side by Welman and Ulrich. Certain it is that his -eight o’clock outbursts above related were confined almost entirely to -these periods of segregation and suggested forcibly the morning after -the night before. - -He had, moreover, succeeded in ridding himself of successive leaders of -the opposition. Wyndham, who as senior officer had fought him tooth and -nail, week in, week out, ever since the Hänisch interview, had been at -length transferred to Freiburg, and was recuperating in the milder Baden -atmosphere. The breezy Bingham, who succeeded Wyndham in office, fought -him at the rate of about three pitched battles a week for a month, and -was then transported at two hours’ notice to distant Schweidnitz in -Silesia. Bingham, who belonged to a Service which does not mince its -words, endeavoured to force the issue on the canteen question, and -accused Niemeyer openly of countenancing—if not of fixing—unfairly high -prices. The Commandant, almost speechless, challenged him to produce -concrete evidence within twenty-four hours, or be court-martialled. -Bingham the same day was prepared with chapter and verse, evidence sworn -threefold, and damning price lists from other camps. Niemeyer then -characteristically refused an interview, and Bingham went the next day. -It happened to be one of the days on which B House were locked into -their barrack in expiation of some microscopic or imaginary offence; and -they gave vent to their feelings by cheering their late senior officer, -as he left the camp, loud enough and long enough for the citizens of -Holzminden to suspect either that Niemeyer had been assassinated or that -we had won the war. - -That was the end of Bingham. His successor was of a less militant stamp -and things were allowed to drift on in their existing unsatisfactory -state. There was one brighter spot. Von Hänisch was induced to make a -grudging semi-official recantation about the parole business and we went -out for walks again. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER V - - ACCOMPLICES - - -But to return to our moles and their burrowings. - -Attention had, from the start of the tunnelling scheme, been directed to -the subterranean parts of Kaserne B. Kaserne A had, for the purposes of -a tunnel, been ruled out for various reasons. For one thing, the -personnel of the working-party as originally constituted belonged almost -exclusively to Kaserne B. For another, Kaserne B was in itself the -building more favourably placed geographically for such an attempt. -Kaserne A was for half its length Kommandantur; its “business end” was -out of reach for the English. - -Accordingly, the basement corridor of Kaserne B was studied in all its -aspects. It will be remembered that this floor contained the detention -cells and the various cellars, that it was entered at each end of the -building through a door at the bottom of a short flight of steps, and -that half way down the corridor itself were two doors usually locked. It -will be clear, perhaps, that the business end of the building from the -escape point of view was bound to be the far end, and that the best base -of operations would be somewhere underground in the vicinity of the -orderlies’ entrance. Owing to the near presence of the detention cells -and the consequent risk of meeting the gaoler at awkward moments it -would be useless to enter the corridor at the officers’ end. It would be -necessary to make acquaintance with the underworld by going in the first -instance through the orderlies’ entrance. Thence some part of the -basement floor might be penetrated, either through the door at the -bottom of the steps, or by some other means—to be explained shortly. The -door I have mentioned was used only by the Germans and was kept locked. -It might be possible to tamper with this lock, but it would have to be -done from the outside, at the foot of the staircase. - -These points have been laboured, but it is highly essential for it to be -understood at the start that the only possible entry to the potential -base of operations—except by breaking down the barricade or by burrowing -at some point through the reinforced concrete of the actual masonry of -the building (a process which would greatly imperil discovery)—lay, in -the first instance, through the orderlies’ entrance. - -I have explained that there was a short flight of steps leading down to -the basement floor. This was on the right as you passed the threshold of -the entrance door. On the left was the first flight of the staircase -leading up to the baggage rooms and orderlies’ quarters. To the left of -the steps down, and completely blocking up the underneath part of the -first flight up, was a palisade of stout upright planks, each about six -inches across, a further Boche precaution against undue communication -with the cellars. - -[Illustration: - - A. Section, B. Ground-plan of staircase, chamber, and tunnel entrance. -] - -Just as a dummy key to open the basement corridor door had been -completed, somebody had a brain-wave which enabled the whole idea of -using the cellar passage at all to be dispensed with. It was conjectured -(correctly, as it turned out) that behind these planks there must be -some sort of square cellar or chamber not actually in use by the -Germans. Two sides of it would be bounded directly by the eastern and -southern walls of the Kaserne, the western side by the last cellar in -the basement corridor (the potato cellar) and the northern side by the -inside wall of the corridor itself. If this supposition was correct, and -if the place could be got at, it would be an ideal spot both as a base -of operations for the tunnel and a receptacle for the excavated earth. -It was decided therefore, by loosening one or more of the planks and -hingeing them so that they could be moved as required in and out of -position, to arrange a makeshift but effective trap-door for the daily -needs of the working-party. - -The ceremony at the laying of the foundation stone—one should say, -perhaps, removing the foundation plank—was not largely attended. For one -thing, there were at that time only about four people in the know at -all; for another, a German sentry was standing on guard immediately -outside the door. Two officers in orderlies’ clothes were responsible -for the whole operation. They removed _the whole of the partition_, -loosened the two necessary planks and replaced it. - -The structure of planks fitted very closely against the side and top, -except for one place at the top of the plank nearest to the corner post -of the partition next to the cellar floor and immediately under the -concrete of the staircase, where there was a small aperture looking like -a misfit of the boards. Just under this aperture—and on the inside, of -course, of the partition—the bolt was fixed. A small hand could just -reach the bolt comfortably from the outside and slide it in and out of -the corner post. Had the aperture been ever so little smaller, no male -hand could have got in at all, and, in the absence of female society, -the conspirators would have had either to give up this entrance -altogether or increase the size of the aperture, which would have been -most dangerous. - -By using this door as a means of entrance to and exit from the chamber -which, as will be explained later, proved to exist behind the planks, -the original party of conspirators succeeded in beginning a tunnel. They -dug through the southern foundation wall of the building, turned east at -right angles and succeeded by about Christmas in reaching a point beyond -the outer wall[7]. A square chamber was made at the far end of the -tunnel, then about 15 yards long, to receive the earth of the roof on -the occasion of the escape, and all was ready for a move when Niemeyer -suddenly put a sentry _outside_ the outer wall, almost on top of the -proposed site of exit. - - -[Footnote 7: Point _Q_ in plan on p. 53.] - - -Just at this time the exchange of P.O.W. to Holland began to operate. To -some of the original conspirators, disheartened—and no wonder—at the -apparent complete frustration of all their plans, the chance of going to -Holland seemed too good to be given up for the now very distant hope of -escape, and so it came about that the “ownership” of the tunnel changed -hands almost completely, only three of the original conspirators -remaining in the firm. - -As all doors were locked just before dusk, the available time was -necessarily limited to daylight, between nine o’clock roll-call in the -morning and evening roll-call about an hour before dark. The actual -working hours were considerably shorter. In the first place, the coast -was never sufficiently clear in the morning for the tunnel to be -approached until about 11.30 a.m., and in the second place, a -considerable margin had to be allowed, when coming off duty, for any -possible delay in getting a clear exit and so running the risk of being -discovered absent from _appel_. In addition to this, the time spent in -changing clothes had to be taken into account. Consequently the actual -working hours were not, as a rule, longer—in winter—than from 12 noon to -4 p.m. This arrangement, however acceptable to a trades union official, -was not good for tunnelling. As will be understood, the utmost care had -to be exercised in approaching the orderlies’ entrance in order to gain -access to the tunnel, and the ordinary daily programme was carried out -on something like the following lines. - -We will assume that it is about 11 a.m. - -The party of three on duty for the day assemble in a little room on the -ground floor and near the officers’ entrance. They then take off their -uniforms and slip on the black trousers with yellow stripes, the black -coats with yellow armlets, and the black caps with yellow bands, which -form the distinctive dress of all “other ranks” prisoners-of-war in -Germany. Probably greatcoats are put on as well, for it would be highly -inconvenient if a German came in just at this moment and wanted to know -the why and wherefore of this change of attire. Meanwhile, one or more -fellow-conspirators are standing outside the officers’ entrance, -watching for the “all clear” signal from one of the faithful orderlies -standing in their own doorway, who, in their turn, are waiting for some -Germans working down in the cellars to clear out for their mid-day meal. -Possibly there is a hitch on this particular morning; the stolid German -is working later than usual in the cellars at that end of the building. -Possibly the German may knock off work before his accustomed time and -the signal may be given earlier than usual. But quick or slow, the -signal comes in due course—one of the orderlies comes out and scratches -his head, the sign that all is clear at his end. The officer on picket -duty at the officers’ entrance casts one quick look round to see that no -Boches are approaching from the direction of the Kommandantur, and then -goes to the room in which the party are waiting and tells them to move. -Then he returns to his post to continue his watch until the party are -safely on their way and he gets a further signal from orderlies’ doorway -that they have actually entered the tunnel. - -The three in the little room shed their overcoats, don their orderlies’ -caps, and sally forth trying to look as much like the British Tommy off -duty as is possible under the circumstances. This is the “umpteenth” -time for them, and much practising has made them reasonably good actors -in the part. Often, however, an additional embarrassment is provided in -the shape of a parcel of timber for strutting the roof of the tunnel or -a bundle of tin tubes to lengthen the air pipe. - -Arrived at the orderlies’ door, they enter and stand just inside it, out -of sight of the sentry whose position—outside the wire just -opposite—gives him a good view of the door as he stands still, facing -the camp. But it is unusual for the sentry to stand there long, and as -soon as he begins to march away, the orderly who is standing in the -doorway with one eye on his every movement gives the word, and the party -slips quickly down the steps leading to the cellar, where one of the -orderlies slides the plank and lets them in. The aperture is less than a -foot wide, but they squeeze in somehow. The door is shut and bolted -again in a second, and the orderlies, after making sure that all is -ship-shape outside the partition, go off and leave the party to their -work, where we shall follow them in a little while. - -Such was the game of bluff which took place daily on that little stretch -between the doors of Kaserne B for nine long months. Had any of the -party been ever recognised and identified, the game would have been up; -any ground for suspicion on the part of the Germans must have led either -to the tunnel being discovered or at least the door being kept so -closely under surveillance that another plan of getting underground -would have had to be devised. But such a contretemps did not occur until -three-quarters of the work had been done, seven and a half months from -the beginning of it! And even then the mischief was not fatal to the -success of the scheme. - -Luck indeed, but perhaps not quite so much a matter of mere luck as -might appear at first sight. In the first place, there was the -irrefutable law of mathematical probabilities. There were two platoons -of Landstürmers detailed for the guard of the camp, and these relieved -each other every 24 hours. Each platoon was divided into three relays of -about ten men each, who did two hours on and four hours off. The -allocation of “beats” varied for each individual sentry every time he -went on duty. It might quite likely be a fortnight before the same man -occupied the same station opposite the orderlies’ door. Add to this the -fact that there were 550 British officers and over 100 orderlies in the -camp; that the personnel of both the _Wachshaft_ and the prisoners was -continually changing; and that the thoughts of any sentry at this period -were more likely to be occupied with memories of meals in the past, with -dreams of meals in the future, with the rottenness of the war in general -and of Niemeyer in particular, than with the comings and goings and -physiognomies of any British prisoners-of-war; and the conclusion is -arrived at that the risk of detection on this account alone was, when -all was said and done, comparatively slight. - -Yet risk there undoubtedly was from chance recognition, if not by a -sentry, by one of the motley crowd which comprised the German personnel -of the camp. We have seen that the attendant at the detention cells -could remember faces. His comings and goings to and from the cellar -floor were extremely irregular and difficult to anticipate; at any -moment he might bob up from the cells and plump face to face into the -three going to or returning from their shift. The German interpreters -were another difficulty. They might come into the enclosure from the -Kommandantur at any time, and not infrequently their business led them -into the orderlies’ quarters. So might the corporal in charge of the -officers’ baggage room. If such a thing occurred, and was at all likely -to synchronise with the passage from door to door of Kaserne B of three -officers dressed for no apparent reason in orderlies’ clothes, it was -the task of the picket on duty to intercept the intruders, dally with -them, pilot them on any pretext into securer waters until time had been -given to pass the danger signal either to the changing room or to the -orderly waiting innocently at the foot of the orderlies’ staircase. -Sometimes the “all clear” was delayed for hours on this account and a -half-day’s shift was lost to the cause. - -Those not in the know—the vast majority of the camp—used sometimes to -wonder why it was that at certain times of the day there were always one -or two members of a particular set loafing aimlessly by the officers’ -entrance of B Kaserne. Some critical people were even heard to remark -that they were wasting their time! - -Generally speaking, the immunity from scares was wonderful. Wonderful, -too, was the dog-like fidelity of the Germans, officers and men alike, -to their sacred dinner-hour. It was indeed only on the most exceptional -occasions that a German ever came within the enclosure during this -period. It is actually on record that no German officer, except on -special occasions such as inspection days, search days, or “strafe” -days, _ever_ did. Even Niemeyer, most active of belligerents in the -early hours, was a party to the universal mid-day torpor. About three in -the afternoon he would wake up and sally forth for a little potter round -the premises; sometimes he came in at the postern gate by the orderlies’ -entrance, for which, of course, he had a private key. Therein lay danger -always. - -The fact is that Niemeyer, although no fool, had left the possibility of -a tunnel out of his scheme of defence; or rather he must, after mature -consideration, have discarded any such undertaking as physically -impossible. He had been round and round the camp, viewed it inside and -outside in all its aspects, seen every means of entry to the cellar -floor blocked, boarded up, or else permanently watched, and had come to -the conclusion that below the surface at any rate he was absolutely -secure against attack. - -He did not realise, as undoubtedly he should have done—being, as he -said, a man of the world and priding himself on his intimate knowledge -of the British—that, given time and sufficient freedom from observation, -holes could be made without battering rams and tunnels without the -proper tools; that he was himself too unpopular with his own people to -depend upon clockwork execution of his orders; and that most of his own -cowed staff and every German civilian who knew much about Holzminden -camp were only too willing—for quite a moderate consideration, in the -shape of soap, dripping, or chocolate—to contribute indirectly to doing -him a bad turn. And here, before we follow our conspirators behind the -planks under the staircase, it will be well to describe these various -agents, the bureaux to which they repaired with their information, the -caches and repositories for the contraband articles which they brought -into the camp, and some of the hundred and one devices wherewith dust -was thrown in the eyes of authority. - -There was a youthful Prussian known as the Letter Boy, and so called -because his principal task was the sorting out and distribution of -letters. He had a little broken English and a fair amount of French, and -he used either language to lament publicly the fact that his nationality -was what it was. This young man also acted as the confidential clerk of -Niemeyer and was often used by him instead of the official interpreters -to take messages and issue orders to individual officers in the camp. -Hating Niemeyer as he did only one degree less than Prussia, and being -ready to go to any lengths of treachery—which did not involve -detection—in return for favours received, he was, as may be imagined, a -useful informant. Every morning he would repair to a room on the attic -floor of Kaserne A, which was inhabited by five hardened and inveterate -escapers, and which was regarded as the distributing centre of escape -materials to the entire camp. Here, over a cup of coffee and some -biscuits, he would save the latest news from the Kommandantur, e.g. -“there was going to be a search, he had seen the telegram ordering it. A -new list for Holland had come in from Hanover. Ulrich had had high words -with the Commandant on account of the alleged appropriation by Niemeyer -of his (Ulrich’s) Christmas wine ration. For the last week a Fortnum & -Mason’s parcel had found its way every day into Niemeyer’s kitchen,”—and -so on. And he usually turned out to be right. He was a useful lad; he -was asked every kind of leading question and he asked none back. If he -was commissioned to buy anything and it was small enough to go into his -pocket, he bought and brought it, regularly and punctually. He must have -guessed enough of what was going on to be in a position to wreck the -entire scheme if he had wanted to. But he remained to the end -punctiliously loyal to his disloyalty, and smiled quite complacently at -the fullness of the final success. - -Then there was the electric-light boy, a sturdy young Frisian who, for -some occult reason, had contrived to confine his active service in the -war to six “cushy” months on the South Russian front. Theoretically he -was Prussian, Pan-German, and all that was horrible; actually he was -friendly and useful, though not, of course, to be trusted to the same -lengths as the Letter Boy. He spoke good German and not the villainous -dialect which made direct negotiation so difficult with most of the -German-speaking personnel of the camp. He was good for any number of -pocket electric torches, and an occasional bottle of _Kriegs Cognac_. - -Another “string” was the sanitary man—the only civilian who was allowed -into the camp without a sentry to watch his movements. This gentleman -kept a wife and family on the adjoining premises and was always ready, -in return for services rendered, to enrich his scanty larder with a -store of English tins. He was difficult of access, as his duties did not -as a rule take him into the buildings, and he was in a terrible funk of -being found out; most of his business was transacted in innocent -conversation with the orderlies over the state of the refuse bin, or in -consultation over a choked-up drain. Ultimately his larder was found too -convincingly full of English tinned foods and he disappeared from our -midst; but he had contributed his quota. - -There was a girl typist in the Kommandantur whom no one ever saw but who -conducted a passionate love intrigue with an Australian Flying Corps -officer through the agency of letters attached to a weight and collected -by an accomplice sentry. Letters outward from the camp were dropped in -this way from the window, picked up by the sentry, and so reached their -destination in the Kommandantur. The inward mail used to be thrown up by -the sentry and caught at the window. Whenever news of general interest -was included in the love passages, an excerpt was made and handed to the -senior British officer. As the girl worked in the Commandant’s office, -there was often valuable material in these missives, and she also acted -as a check on the information supplied by the Letter Boy. As to the -satisfaction got out of the purely personal side of the affair, opinions -might vary. An interchange of photographs was considered too risky, and -it is believed that neither party to the adventure ever knew what the -other really looked like at close quarters! - -The orderly-barber had a similar affair, but was found out and banished -to a men’s camp, forfeiting thereby a comfortable monthly income from -cutting officers’ hair, and leaving an awkward gap both in the tonsorial -staff, of which he was the only really efficient member, and the -orchestra, in which he had for many months been the recognised authority -on wind instruments. - -An obliging canteen attendant, a patriotic Alsatian amongst the parcel -room staff, and half a dozen frankly neutral sentries completed the list -of what might be called, from our point of view, the German effectives. - -The N.C.O.’s—to do them justice—were beyond suspicion. The majority of -them would have been infinitely rather on the Western front than in -their present uncongenial position. We never attempted to meddle with -them, and indeed there was no need. - -The interpreters, although in every way friendly and obliging, were too -closely occupied with the multitudinous tasks of their daily routine to -invite overtures. There were only three of them in the camp; and what -with acting as intermediaries in disputes, visiting the cells, -distributing letters, and dancing attendance in and out of season on -their German superiors, they were the most hard-worked people in the -camp and had hardly a minute to call their own. - -Adders was a spotty-faced Dusseldorfian with a perpetual smile and a -woman’s gait, and was regarded generally with perhaps unmerited -distrust. - -Grau had been interned early in the war at Ahmednagar in India, and -would do anything for anybody who came from India and whom he hoped -might be instrumental in restoring him one day to his beloved Nilgiris. -“I do not care for Germany,” he would say; “I do not care for England. -My heart is in India.” Poor Grau! He stands very little chance of -getting back there. He must pay for the misdeeds of his countrymen. - -And Wolff was a little cock-sparrow of a Frankfurter Jew, with an accent -acquired on the other side of the Atlantic. - -They used to come to the theatrical shows and sit enraptured through the -most scurrilous and thinly veiled allusions to Niemeyer and other -ornaments of the Xth Army Corps. The fact that they were there solely as -censors rather added zest to the humour of it. Sometimes, even, they -lost dignity. Wolff in particular was not proof against the attractions -of the chemical compound which in those days used to pass for Rhine -wine; and after one entertainment at which the bottle passed somewhat -freely he became violently intoxicated, and was found next morning -asleep in an orchard on the other side of the town, having temporarily -thrown off the bonds of barrack discipline and made a regular night of -it. - -The hardened criminals of Room 83 on the attic floor covered equally -satisfactorily the traces of their contraband consignments and the -tracks of the consigners. To the outward eye there was not a more -innocent-looking room in the whole of the two buildings. But -hiding-places lurked everywhere. The floor in this as in nearly every -other room was, fortunately, straightforward planking laid without bolts -or intersections. Once one plank had been loosened and removed, there -was a space about five to six inches deep between the planking and the -foundation of the floor wherein to store treasure. When one plank had -been removed the remainder could be slid up and down at leisure and the -whole of the space filled up, if necessary. This practice was universal, -and before the end there was hardly a room without its cache, not one of -which, in spite of two or three most conscientious and Berlin-inspired -searches, was ever discovered. - -In this room also there were sliding panels in the walls, false -partitions in the cupboards, false bottoms in the drawers. Almost -everything that ought to have been solid was hollow. - -Here maps were photographed without cameras and developed without -solutions; German uniforms were made for use if a suitable opportunity -arose; an air pump was constructed out of bits of wood and the leather -of an R.F.C. flying-coat; air pipes were made out of old tins; a device -was thought out to fuse the electric wires outside; dummy keys were -fashioned. It was the temple of the Goddess of Flight. - -Room 24, the little room on the ground floor in B House where the -working shifts changed into their orderlies’ clothes, was almost as -complete a mask. The clothes themselves were kept unlocked at the bottom -of several British uniforms in a wooden box. If a search came they would -have to take their chance of being found; it was impossible to “cache” -them afresh under the boards every time that they were returned from -actual use. - -In this room it was usual to find at least four or five seated in -conclave, in a space officially allotted to two. “Tim” was the owner of -the room and had come to be regarded as the doyen and authority amongst -escapers in the camp. Tim had had a curious war. He had carried -despatches for a fortnight in August and early September of 1914 and had -then been taken prisoner at a cross-roads by an ex-Rhodes Scholar of New -College. Since then he had spent his time either preparing to escape or -being confined for doing so. He had probably been out of more camps, -done more solitary confinement, and had on the whole harder luck, than -any other prisoner-of-war in Germany. He spoke correct German with a -strong Irish accent. The very perfection and thoroughness of his schemes -seemed somehow to have militated against their success. In all his time -in Germany he had not been actually at large for more than half an hour. -He had always been caught—perfectly disguised and by the purest -mischance—at the gate or just outside it. He had gone with the first -exchange party for Holland, but at Aachen he had announced his intention -of coming back to Germany, and had brought back a full report of the -proceedings at Aachen and the lie of the land generally—for the benefit -of future parties. It was generally understood that an attempt to escape -while on the journey to Holland was permissible when in, or on the -German side of Aachen, but not when once the party had left Aachen for -the frontier. This was Tim all over. When he was not working for his own -hand, he was helping others. He disdained such vulgar expedients as -tunnels and was now hard at work on his most elaborate scheme of all. He -intended to walk out of the main gate through the Kommandantur in a -German private’s uniform, accompanied by a young curly-haired and -dimpled flying officer disguised as his sweetheart. The plot was by now -almost mature, and the curls were already growing in a most beautiful -and highly suspicious cluster low on the nape of the young man’s neck. - -Room 24 also harboured such of the official documents of the senior -British officer and his adjutant as it was unwise to have lying about in -the event of a search. One of these was a most damning, authoritative, -and complete narrative of the misdeeds of Niemeyer during the first -three months of the camp’s existence. It was called the Black Book, and -was biding its time to be thrust as red-hot evidence into the hands of -some superior inspecting official from the _Kriegsministerium_. -Unfortunately that opportunity never arrived, and the book did not -attain publicity till it was produced in Copenhagen after the Armistice. -It then made interesting reading. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER VI - - IN THE TUNNEL - - -We left the trio next for duty in process of disappearing behind the -planks, and about to start on their three-hour shift at the face of the -tunnel. Let us keep company with them awhile at their difficult and -absorbing task. - -Tunnelling had at least one great advantage over other methods of -escape, that the interest attaching to the actual preparation was able -to over-ride, to some extent, the suspense and anxiety as to ultimate -success. There was no opportunity to mope. The immediate business was to -defeat not only the Boche but Nature too, with all the odds on the -latter’s side. - -The bolting of the wooden partition behind the last of the trio shuts -out the day and adds the proper molish touch to the scene. However, what -at first appears pitch dark becomes gradually less so, and presently the -party can see enough to change their more or less clean orderlies’ -clothes for the filthy, sodden, mud-stained rags which they wear for -work in the tunnel. There are other minor discomforts besides the -darkness and the damp. There is an indescribable musty smell produced by -a mélange of damp clay and earth, mice, old clothes, and much-breathed -air, a smell which you have to go down into the bowels of the earth to -get. - -The working clothes are soon on, the clean orderlies’ clothes stowed -carefully away, and a move is made to the tunnel mouth. - -Look at the plan on p. 73 and glean a rough idea of the shape of the -chamber and the siting of the tunnel mouth. The ground area is roughly -four yards by five. The height varies, for, on the near (Kommandantur) -side, the roof consists of the concrete foundation to the first flight -of the orderlies’ staircase, while on the far side—that next to the -Eastern wall of the building—are the cellar steps. The ground level, -which is also the roof level at the southern end, is about five feet -above the chamber floor. - -Into the available recesses formed by this irregular enclosure all the -tunnel earth must be stowed away. The hollow under the cellar steps is -already full, and so will be the opposite hollow under the orderlies’ -staircase before the end is reached, for a 60-yard passage through the -earth must be displaced somewhere, and it will be a near thing and will -require the most careful and economical storage if the displacements can -be kept within the narrow cubic space which is all that can be earmarked -for them. A passage from the partition door to the tunnel mouth must be -preserved at all costs. - -The tunnel mouth has been hacked through the main southern wall of the -building just where it joins the cellar floor. It issues about three -feet below the ground level—immediately underneath the orderlies’ -entrance—and then bears sharp left in the direction of the outer wall. - -Now the outer wall is but ten yards away at this point, and had the -original scheme of the tunnel gone as it had been planned, all would -have been over long before this particular May day, and the conspirators -would have made their bid for freedom. There was nothing very Herculean -involved in getting the tunnel to the other side of the wall and popping -up on a dark night, with the friendly wall acting as a screen from the -view of the nearest sentry. - -But unfortunately, as has been explained, Niemeyer had taken -precautionary measures just before the party were ready to move, and had -put a sentry at the outside corner of the building, effectually covering -the spot. Unless this sentry was removed it would be necessary, in order -to have a reasonable prospect of success, to continue the tunnel until a -point was reached where it would be possible to emerge under cover. - -These bald words cannot attempt to convey the bitter disappointment -caused by Niemeyer’s manœuvre or the seriousness of the altered -prospect. - -But the Tunnellers of Holzminden set their teeth and prepared -themselves, if necessary, to go on digging for a year rather than run -the risk that any of the party should be spotted by a sentry as he -emerged. It was known how many a previous tunnel scheme had been -shattered miserably on this rock, simply through lack of the necessary -patience to go on with the job. At Schwarmstedt, not so many months -before, this had happened. The tunnel came out quite close to the -wire. One officer got out and got away, but in so doing was observed -by a sentry. His successor had no sooner put his head above ground -than he was shot dead in the most cold-blooded and treacherous -manner—legitimately murdered, if one may venture on the paradox. - -There was a road immediately beyond the outside wall, and the ground -beyond the road was planted with low-growing crops and vegetables over a -belt of about 40 yards in breadth. The whole of this belt was searched -by the glare from the strong electric lamps at the corner of the wall. -Day and night there was now a sentry outside the wall. If Niemeyer had -posted machine guns at intervals of 50 yards round the camp, he could -hardly have felt more immune from attack, more absolutely secure from -any attempt to spring him by the tunnel method. - -It was early days—in April—to offer any decided opinion as to what the -vegetables were likely to be. If they turned out to be crops which were -not high enough to offer adequate cover to the escapers, there would be -no choice—as the sketch will show—but to tunnel grimly on till the -rye-field was reached, several yards further away. But the rye would be -cut in early August at latest, and meanwhile the tunnel had advanced -barely ten yards beyond the outside wall, and at best a two-foot -progress crowned during this period the effort of each laborious day. -This meant about 40 yards still to tunnel and three months to go in a -losing race, probably, unless progress could be accelerated; and this, -as the work took the party further and further from their base, was -hardly to be expected. - -[Illustration: - - (Scale = roughly 40 yds = inch.) - - Course of the tunnel - - (see also frontispiece). -] - -So it is with the depressed feeling of having to work against time as -well as nature that our friends assemble behind the partition on this -particular morning. They are standing, or rather stooping, at the -entrance, and the first thing to do is to light up. Fortunately someone -has remembered to bring the matches to-day, so Number 1 lights a couple -of precious candles (we were dependent entirely on England for these -commodities) and crawls in. He sticks one candle in the pump chamber, -which is just round the first corner and about six feet from the -entrance, and proceeds on his way with the other. His progress is -necessarily slow, very slow, as the tunnel is so small that he is -compelled to _wriggle_ along on his elbows and toes. There is no help -for this. The hole must be as small as possible, because of the extreme -economy to be exercised in the disposition of the displaced earth. - -Number 2 enters the pump chamber and starts working the pump. This -instrument consists of a home-made vertical bellows, manufactured from -wood and from the leather of a flying coat, and is operated by Number 2 -with his left hand as he sits facing it and looking along the tunnel -towards the face. The pump is screwed to wooden uprights which are -securely embedded top and bottom in the clay soil, and the air is forced -into a pipe composed of tin tubes made out of biscuit boxes. Little did -the glorious company of biscuit makers suspect that in sending us our -means of sustenance they were also contributing to an important escape. -This pipe is sunk in the floor of the tunnel and is kept always close to -the face by the addition of more and yet more tubes. - -Number 3, whose duty it will be to pack the earth when it is hauled out, -stays outside the tunnel mouth and sees that the rope attached to the -basin is running clear, and then hands the basin to Number 2, who puts -it in front of him ready to be pulled to the face by Number 1 with that -half of the rope which extends from the pump chamber to the face. We -shall see what the basin was for if we accompany Number 1 on his journey -to the tunnel face. - -For the first few yards he goes down a slight slope, then again for a -few yards up an incline to the place where it was originally intended to -make the exit—just beyond the boundary wall. Here he can hear the -thud-thud of the sentry’s footsteps above his head. Then he goes down -again pretty steeply for three or four yards and flattens out, the -tunnel swinging slightly, first to the right and then to the left. All -this time he has been going through fairly soft stuff—a sort of sandy -yellow clay, which has been easy enough to dig—but now he comes to the -stony part. Working in this stretch has been terribly difficult. A -dense, seemingly interminable stratum of large stones has been -encountered. The stones are smooth and flat, tightly pressed together in -a horizontal position and cemented with the stickiest of clay. Number -1’s progress becomes positively painful: he barks his shoulders on the -stones which project from the walls, his toes and elbows suffer from the -stones beneath him, occasionally he bumps his head on the uneven roof, -and all the time he must keep the candle alight, and swear only in an -undertone. Soon he begins to ascend again—steeply this time—and comes to -the face, but not before he has had yet one more unpleasant experience. -Out of the gloom in front of him appears suddenly a pair of wicked -little eyes, horribly bright and menacing. He clenches his teeth and -digs his chin into the soil beneath him. The large rat, whose solitude -he has disturbed, crawls over him and leaves him sweating with fright -and almost faint with the eerie sensation of it. - -But the tunnel must go on, so Number 1 sticks the candle on some -convenient stone at his side, takes the cold chisel and gets to work. In -five minutes or less he has loosened a bathful of stones and he drops -the chisel, takes hold of his end of the rope and hauls. The -difficulties of hauling on a rope while lying in a tube about eighteen -inches in diameter lined with knobbly stones can be imagined but cannot -be adequately described. Soon he hears the rattling of the basin on the -stones behind him, and it arrives at his feet. Next comes the -contortionist’s trick of getting it past his body in the confined space, -then the filling, and finally the almost superhuman juggling feat of -getting the full basin back past his body again. A couple of jerks at -the rope leading to the pump chamber, and he feels it tauten. The basin -begins to move away, and Number 1 turns on to his side again and gets to -work, taking care that he has the _end_ of the rope attached to some -part of his person but that the rest of it is free. - -If he is a fairly quick worker, he will have another load of stones -ready by the time the basin has been pulled back and emptied. He will -then haul it up again and repeat the whole exhausting process. No wonder -that the tunnel party did not as a band shine as games enthusiasts -amongst their fellow-prisoners. They had their bellyful of exercise down -below. - -Sometimes the monotony of the proceedings is varied by a torrent of -subdued cursing from the pump chamber, while the full basin is on its -way back. To the experienced this only signifies that the rope has -broken, as it frequently does on account of the damp and the incessant -friction against the sides, roof, and floor of the tunnel. A breakage -entails a journey on the part of Number 2 to effect repairs while Number -3 pumps. - -The working time is divided into three equal parts, and at the end of -the first part Number 3, who is time-keeper as well as packer, informs -Number 2. A low hail informs Number 1 that his digging is over for the -day, and he retraces his steps—or more accurately wriggles back feet -foremost, for there is no room to turn round. He then becomes Number 3, -Number 2 becomes Number 1 and goes to the face, whilst Number 3 becomes -Number 2 and pumps. - -So the work goes on till 3.45 p.m. Then it ceases; all three come out of -the tunnel and change back into their orderlies’ clothes to await the -signal to come out. At the orderlies’ entrance to the building stand two -of the orderlies waiting for a favourable opportunity to let them out, -and, just as during the morning manœuvre, there are two or three -officers loafing about for no apparent reason at the other end of the -building. On some days there are no Boche about at this time and -immediate exit is possible, but to-day they happen to be carrying -potatoes down to the adjoining cellar, and pass to and fro close to the -hiding-place, quite plainly visible through the cracks in the boards. -They could not see anything, naturally, even if they thought of looking, -as they are in the light and the chamber is practically in the dark. - -At last they go. “Come out now,” sings out one of the orderlies, looking -skywards and as if singing a snatch of a music-hall song from sheer -light-heartedness. The trio unbolt the plank door and, slipping quickly -to the top of the steps, stand just inside the orderlies’ door, -precisely as they had stood in the morning with the day’s work in front -of them; and an orderly waiting for a moment at the bottom of the steps -fastens the secret door. The orderly standing at the entrance looks down -the enclosure to make sure that no Germans are about, and then says -“Right.” Off they go again. If the sun is shining, the light is very -dazzling after the darkness. - -At the last moment, perhaps, and when home is so nearly reached, a -German Feldwebel appears from nowhere in particular and heads for the -same door. Out from the cookhouse, which stands just opposite the -officers’ door, walks one of the aimless, lounging, loafing officers -above mentioned, and delays the Feldwebel with some question, no matter -how trivial. So home is safely made again, and the party become officers -once more and put off their orderlies’ clothes. Then follows _appel_, -and the joy of a good wash in hot water and something to eat. - -The hours have not been long, but the foul atmosphere has caused -considerable fatigue, perhaps a bad headache. And in case anyone should -still think, after reading this, that the work was light, he should be -invited to wriggle 50 yards on elbows and toes _in the open_, and if he -is unduly sceptical, in public. He will lose dignity, but he will gain -an appreciation of the difficulties of the performance in a very -confined space. - - * * * * * - -There are a few other points in regard to the construction of the tunnel -which may not be without interest. - -When and where necessary, the roof was revetted. The revetting was done -with bed boards. The foundations of all beds in the camp were boards -placed cross-wise across an iron frame and supporting a mattress made of -paper, straw and shavings, and uneven as the Somme battlefield. Many of -these boards had been commandeered as firewood during the early stages -of the camp, when there had been, as related, a regrettable hitch in the -arrangements for our warming. Many more now found their way underground -by driblets into the orderlies’ quarters and thence into the recess -behind the planks, or were carried direct by the working-party. People -clamoured querulously for the missing boards which they had saved from -the burning, and of which they had now been robbed. No one except the -very few in the secret and an orderly or so had the ghost of a notion -what had really happened to them. The Boche when appealed to of course -shrugged their shoulders and quoted the equivalent German proverb about -eating your cake. What would you? Very nearly all is fair in escapes. - -The only tools used in the digging of the tunnel were a trowel or -“mumptee” (an instrument with a spike at one end and an excavating blade -at the other) and the cold chisel. The chisel was useful for levering -apart the smooth heavy stones which presented so much difficulty. It -seems probable that these stones had once formed the bed of some river -and had been worn smooth and packed by the action of the water. Attempts -were made to dodge this difficult stratum of stones which retarded -progress so seriously, but in the absence of proper instruments it was -impossible to gauge the level with any degree of accuracy. A descent of -four feet bringing no better results, it was decided to come back to the -previous level of about eight or nine feet below the surface. - -The chamber was just—and only just—sufficient for the earth. When the -last sackful[8] had been piled the chamber was practically full of earth -from floor to ceiling and in every crevice. - - -[Footnote 8: See the photograph opposite. The sacks were mostly -mattresses stolen from beds and quite unaccounted for also!] - - -Orientation was not an easy matter. It was necessary of course only to -bear in a general easterly direction as straight as possible. There were -rough compasses galore in the camp, but it was very difficult to dig the -tunnel straight and the compasses were too small to check errors -accurately. - -Towards the end the tunnel had become too twisted and hilly to permit -any longer of the rope and basin method being used, and it was necessary -to fill sacks and drag them back from the face. This method was even -more wearisome and exasperating than the other. To wriggle back by -oneself was bad enough: to wriggle back, and every yard or so pull a -heavy sack after one, was infinitely more so. Nevertheless, all this -practice had its advantages: it braced the muscles of the working-party -for the great night when each one of them would have to worm his way -through the tunnel, pushing a loaded pack in front of him. - -[Illustration: - - At the tunnel mouth. -] - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER VII - - REPRISALS - - -The days wore on, lengthening to the advantage of the cause and -permitting of longer shifts. The working-party added to its numbers, -allotting a few more privileged places without difficulty; for by now -the thing was beginning to be known and discreetly talked about, and -founders’ shares were at a premium. A few who might have been able to -obtain them, but whose turn had come for exchange, were unable to resist -the temptation and departed for Holland. The working-party and some -others, on being asked their intentions, politely intimated that they -preferred to remain in Germany. Had Niemeyer only taken more intelligent -stock of the particular quarter from which so many unexpected refusals -emanated, it is possible that he might have drawn valuable conclusions. - -But Niemeyer, astute German though he was, disregarded these and other -even more valuable hints which were to be offered him before the scheme -was ripe for launching, and which could have told him easily enough in -which quarter the wind blew. As an instance of one, there arose in early -June a sudden and curious demand on the part of certain individuals for -transfer from A to B Kaserne. Three officers, comfortably situated in a -small room in the former house (the same room, by the way, as that in -which the Letter Boy used to spend so much of his time), overlooking the -picturesque suburbs of Holzminden, and blessed with apparently every -comfort that a prisoner-of-war could require, asked unashamedly if they -might become one of a motley, closely packed crew in one of the big -rooms on the ground floor of B Kaserne. Many of the reasons given for -the desire to change were ingenious, but if submitted to anybody with a -less cast-iron mould of thought than the German camp officers it is -unlikely that they would have convinced. However, change they were -allowed to, and change they did; and the working-party of twelve were -now all lodged in B Kaserne. - -This was a very necessary move for the following reason: when—if -ever—the tunnel was used in earnest, it would be used after dark and -lock-up. Consequently those who intended to use it would have all to be -in B Kaserne at the time. For any less important occasion it might have -been feasible for the A house members of the scheme to arrange to change -places for the night with accomplices in B house, the A house officers -answering to the B house officers’ names and _vice versâ_. This used to -be done sometimes for occasions such as a birthday party or a theatrical -show, when the presence of some member of the other house was essential -to the success of the evening’s programme. But more often than not it -was spotted, and either condoned or reported according to the nature and -temper of the Feldwebel taking the _appel_. On a large scale and for an -event of the nature of the tunnel, for the success of which complete -absence of any suspicion on the part of the Germans was an absolute -_sine qua non_, such a risk was not possible, and, indeed, could not be -allowed. It was intended that, whatever happened, and whatever the -hardship that might occur in individual cases, the night of the escape -should not find a single officer in B Kaserne who was not domiciled -there with the permission of the Germans. This intention was happily -carried into effect. - -Meanwhile, the owners of the founders’ shares, knowing, as they did, -pretty well the conditions under which the scheme was to be submitted to -the public, took time by the forelock and changed houses before the -rush. - -It was indeed an undertaking in which the home policy was fraught with -almost as many dangers as the foreign, and required the most patient and -tactful handling. Fortunately there was only one of the allied nations -in the camp, and this fact of itself quartered the risk. Inter-allied -jealousy, or merely Latin or Slavonic exuberance, had many a time ere -this during the war wrecked a promising and well-laid plan. But even in -a camp where all were English and the loyalty to the cause of the whole -community never for an instant came in question, there were yet grave -risks of discovery through some intemperate speech or action of the -newly captured or the not overwise. - -It was just after the arrival of one hundred newly captured officers -from the big March offensive of 1918 that the cat was most nearly let -out of the bag. A “show” was on, and the audience were sitting in packed -rows and eager expectancy in front of the curtain, waiting for the -intellectual fare of the evening to be set forth on the dining room -tables. A canteen “boycott” was in full force at the time, and the -company, in the absence of the bottle that cheers, was comparatively -quiet. The Germans used to make so much money out of the English over -the wine—and wretched wine at that—that the senior British officer had -every now and again to clap on a drastic boycott on the canteen and -forbid officers to buy anything there at all. Sometimes this policy was -two-edged and as much in the interests of peace and quiet in the camp as -to the detriment of German profiteers. At all events you could always -tell whether a boycott was on or not by the amount of noise which -attended the fortnightly shows, and it so happened that on the -particular occasion with which we are concerned you _could_ hear your -next-door neighbour speak. - -Suddenly a padre—one of the new arrivals—leant over to make a remark to -an officer sitting near him, and in bell-like tone uttered the dreadful -question: - -“_Are you in the tunnel?_” - -A shiver ran through the whole of the adjoining rows. Two of the German -interpreters were seated within two yards. - -On another occasion an ingenuous youth was found leaning out of one of -the first floor corridor windows and carrying on an animated -conversation about escapes, past and future, with one of the occupants -of the cells. They were apparently analysing the causes of failure of a -recent attempt and discussing the prospects of success of another -imminent one. Any English-speaking German who happened to be in the -building at the time—it was midsummer, and all the windows were -open—could not fail to have been suitably impressed with this dialogue. - -A newly captured officer with a bump of observation startled those near -him one day by singing out to a friend to know whether he too had -recognised “these officers walking about in orderlies’ clothes.” - -The senior British officer did, of course, from time to time issue -stringent orders about the paramount importance of secrecy, and -sometimes personally harangued the occupants of each building. But the -difficulty was to cater for the odd handful—what we used to call “the -elusive half per cent”—who either succeeded in absenting themselves from -such harangues or, if present, failed to understand their purport, and -of whom it might fairly be said that they were so stupid and perverse as -to be a real danger to their own side, on whichever side of the line. A -bump of carelessness, a bump of cussedness, a faulty sense of -discipline, and a penchant towards selfish individualism—when two or -three endowed with these qualities were gathered together, the lot of -those responsible for their actions was not a pleasant one. The senior -officer was powerless, if any chose disloyally or unintentionally not to -support him; he exercised the authority vested in his person by virtue -of King’s Regulations, and there it ended. A court of enquiry and a -threat of post-bellum action against the offender was the limit of his -power. Nor was it easy to enjoin general secrecy on a subject which was -never put publicly into words. Hole, not tunnel, was the word used, if a -word had to be used—and then only in an undertone, or behind closed -doors. - -But in spite of these potential sources of leakage, nothing occurred to -mar the progress of the tunnel until the middle of May, when it had been -in full swing for five and a half months and reached to somewhere about -the middle of the vegetables. Then a bomb-shell fell. It was announced -one day on _appel_ that in consequence of measures of reprisals which -had been taken against German officers in a certain camp in England, -counter-reprisals would be put into force in the Xth Army Corps until -further notice. There would be no less than four _appels_ a day, at 9 -a.m., 11.30 a.m., 3.30 p.m. and 6 p.m.; music, theatricals, games, and -walks were to be stopped; and no newspapers were to be permitted into -the camp. The Commandant regretted, but orders were orders, and so on in -the usual vein. - -It struck us as deliciously ironical that counter-reprisals on ourselves -should be the first outward and visible sign that anything had come of -the agitation which had, we knew, been raised on our behalf by -influential officers amongst the earlier Holland parties. It ultimately -transpired that strong representations had been made to the German War -Office as to the maladministration in the Xth Army Corps and -particularly in the camps governed by the Twin Brethren, Heinrich and -Karl Niemeyer; when it became clear that no attention was being paid to -these representations, steps were taken to collect in one camp in -England all the German officers who belonged to Hanoverian regiments and -to deal with them as a measure of reprisals on appropriate lines. The -measure signally failed, after the manner of reprisals. In the first -place, it was impossible to find any Englishman at all like the -Niemeyers, and therefore the conditions ruling with us could not be even -approximately reproduced at home; in the second place, a German -government that was as yet impenitent and still sanguine of ultimate -success decided that their best course lay in prompt counter-reprisals. -One of the features of this “strafe” was that we were invited to send -full accounts of it home in our letters, provided only that we also -mentioned the alleged reason. An extra letter was offered us in which to -do so[9]. This was a clumsy and typical German device to endeavour to -alienate popular feeling at home. Needless to say, it was seen through, -and not a single letter mentioned the subject at all. - - -[Footnote 9: Normally we were allowed to write two letters in each month -(six sides to a letter) and four post-cards.] - - -Any alternative to reprisals as a means for one belligerent power to -stop the malpractices of another was not, so far as I am aware, -discovered during the war. But it was a poor arrangement at the best. - -The added _appels_ had a serious effect upon the output of excavated -earth, for the working hours were now considerably reduced, and there -were long faces amongst the initiate. Those in authority began to have -serious qualms as to whether—even if all went well from now on—the -tunnel would have advanced near enough to the rye crop before it was -ripe for the sickle. Such local papers as we were now compelled to -smuggle into the camp spoke of an early harvest. Added to this, the -entire camp, having now no games to play and nothing particular to -occupy itself with, began to take notice of things to which they had -been blind hitherto; and an embarrassing number of enquiries—most -secretly and impressively conducted, but embarrassing withal—began to be -made as to the progress of the unmentionable thing. Certain people all -at once discovered that they could in future only support existence if -buoyed up by the hope of escape, and began to ingratiate themselves -accordingly in the proper quarter. There arose a strong and inconvenient -demand for places in what came to be known as the “waiting list,” which -did not in the least help the progress of what they were waiting for. - -During these days of counter-reprisal, which lasted about a month, the -event occurred which might so easily have put the lid on the whole -scheme, but which did, in fact, probably prove to be its salvation. An -officer returning from his shift to the officers’ entrance was -recognised by a sentry. The sentry reported the episode but could not -give the officer’s name. Niemeyer quickly appeared on the scene, -attended by the camp officers, and conducted a cross-examination and -thorough investigation on the spot; and the British were kept standing -on _appel_—those of them concerned in an agony of apprehension—until the -conclusion of the enquiry. - -So well, however, was the entrance to the tunnel concealed, and so -inconclusive was the evidence supplied by the sentry, that Niemeyer -failed badly to take advantage of the one real clue ever presented to -him in the history of the tunnel. He knew the English too well to think -for a moment of parading the whole camp before the miserable sentry on -the chance of an identification; such an attempt would have meant a -crowded hour or so of sheer delight for the British and of baffled -exasperation for himself. He ultimately came to the conclusion that if -there was anything in the sentry’s statement there was probably some -embryo stunt afoot (in this he was not far wrong); and contented himself -with the precaution of placing an additional sentry at the orderlies’ -door. The conspirators breathed again. All was not yet lost. - -When nothing further at all suspicious was reported, the mood of the -versatile Niemeyer again reacted, and the informing sentry was given -eight days in cells for making a false report. This act, besides being -typically unjust, was also one of questionable policy, since it -naturally tended to make other sentries uncommunicative of anything -suspicious that they might see or hear. Punishment in cells with them -was an infinitely more serious affair than it was with us. They had only -their own miserable ration and were cut off even from the slender -assistance of the home parcels on which most, if not all of them, relied -to keep their bodies and souls together. - -The immediate upshot, so far as the tunnel and the additional sentry -were concerned, was that so long as the sentry remained posted over the -orderlies’ entrance the tunnel could not possibly be got at by the -previous method. A new entrance to the chamber had to be made, and this -was set about at once. A hole was begun through the wall of the last of -the big living rooms on the ground floor which adjoined directly on to -the chamber. This hole would give entry to the chamber somewhere -underneath the staircase flight. It should be explained here that the -only reason which had prevented this hole being attempted at a much -earlier stage in the proceedings was the obvious and almost certain risk -of any such hole being discovered in a search and thereby ruining the -whole scheme. Only the present desperate state of affairs justified the -risk being taken at all. - -The inhabitants of Room 34 (the big room in question) had, of course, to -be let into the secret, if secret it could any longer be called. One -member of the patrol now sat in a deck-chair at the end of the corridor -just opposite the door of the room, whence he could command the whole -length of the passage and dart in at once to warn the workers inside if -any German hove in sight. A different officer every hour sitting at this -particular spot in the corridor, reading a book and apparently perfectly -resigned to the discomfort of the site and the disturbance to his -reading caused by the perpetual traffic—if the Germans who did -occasionally come along had stopped for a moment to think.... - -But the fact is that the reprisals were militating for us as well as -against us. The German personnel were not enjoying the counter-reprisals -any more than we were; counting 250 officers five times a day, even in -the most superficial manner, was a task that was obviously trying the -patience of both the Feldwebels and the Lager officers very severely, -and it is not surprising that during this period they left us well alone -when they were given the opportunity. On the argument that both sides -had a grievance, personal relations between the British and Germans -(with the exception, of course, of Niemeyer) improved by leaps and -bounds; and the supervision was more cursory and the letter of the law -more loosely interpreted than at any previous time in the camp’s -history. - -The then senior British officer, Colonel Rathborne, D.S.O., was himself -deeply interested in the success of the scheme, and had, in fact, been -offered a place immediately after the original working-party. It was his -obvious policy to foster as much as possible the existing state of good -relationship and to avoid serious collision with the authorities. -Consequently the reprisals were left to work out their own sweet course; -Niemeyer was ignored; when a hammer disappeared from the tool-bag of a -civilian carpenter working in the camp and the Feldwebel-Lieutenant -Welman demanded its instant restoration on pain of a general search, the -hammer was immediately produced. A German tin room attendant had his cap -whisked off his head by some adventurous and unidentified spirit. The -threats of a general search were repeated, and the cap as promptly -restored. The Jewboy and the Germans generally were welcome to draw any -conclusions they wished as to our impaired morale. Their conclusions -were of secondary importance. But a general search at such a time would -have been a disaster of the first magnitude, and Room 34 could hardly -have got through with its secret unnoticed. - -However, the attempt to make an entry into the chamber from Room 34 -proved abortive, owing to the difficulty of digging through the solid -concrete of the wall with the available tools. So after desperate -efforts for about a week the deck-chair habit ceased as suddenly as it -had begun, and the working-party turned their attention to the attic, -which was now the one remaining available avenue of approach. - -Leading to the attic floor from the officers’ staircase were two swing -doors. As the attic floor had now been placed altogether out of bounds -for officers, these doors were padlocked and secured by a chain which -passed through the two large loop-handles of the doors. The doors were -forced by unscrewing one of these handles, which were fastened by six -screws through their bed-plates. The screws had to be replaced every -time the conspirators went in or out. Entry was then possible into one -of the now disused officers’ small rooms. A hole was knocked through the -wall of this room into a space between the wall of the attic, the roof, -and the eaves, thus: - -[Illustration] - -This space communicated with the orderlies’ quarters by means of a small -door which had been built into the house to permit of access to the -eaves. The hole in the vacant room was camouflaged with a bit of board, -cut to size and covered with glue on which was sprinkled mortar and -distemper to tone with the wall of the room. - -The use of this room as the means of access to the orderlies’ quarters, -and so _viâ_ the staircase and the same old secret door to the tunnel, -made up in full for the previous week’s delay and immensely accelerated -the rate of progress. It was no longer necessary to work by means of -carefully timed and well-reconnoitred reliefs; the work could now go on -all day and all night, with interruptions only to admit of attendance on -_appels_. When the reprisal restrictions were removed, things would go -on even more swimmingly; as it was—and in spite of continued trouble -with the stones—the tunnel was already estimated to be nosing its way to -within measurable distance of the coveted rye. - -When the Commandant’s suspicion at length subsided and the extra sentry -was removed from the orderlies’ entrance, the decision had to be made -whether to revert to the old method of getting to the tunnel or to stay -with the quicker method and risk a search. It goes almost without saying -that the latter counsel prevailed. It was now mid-June, and with any -luck it was hoped that the tunnel would have been taken far enough by -the first week in July. If they went back to the old method, it might -not be ready before August. At the worst the Letter Boy, or some other -agent, might be safely relied upon to give 24 hours’ notice of a search, -during which time much might be done still further to conceal the traces -of the attempted hole in Room 34—though this had already been fairly -effectually done—and the actual hole in the attic. But it was unlikely, -since these attic rooms were now out of bounds and the swing doors -apparently securely padlocked, that a search would extend so far. - -It might be asked why had not this decision been taken before, and why -in the early stages the cumbrous method of approaching the tunnel in -orderlies’ clothes under the very nose of a sentry had been preferred. -The answer to this very reasonable question is that three weeks is not -eight months. At this juncture it was reasonable odds against a search -being held before the tunnel was completed. In November it was all the -odds on. Actually, since operations had been begun, there had been two -searches, both of them—as regards the ground floor at any rate—extremely -thorough. No hole in a wall could have hoped to escape the sleuth hounds -specially sent down from Berlin for these occasions. They may have got -the worst of it in some of the personal encounters—indeed, they very -rarely did discover any _articles_ of a contraband nature; the British -officers who owned any as a rule took care not to be collared in -possession, and very often the war was carried into the enemies’ country -and the civilian detectives found, on leaving a room, that they had -somehow managed to mislay an umbrella, or a hat, or some other object of -civilian attire useful for escapes—all of which, it need hardly be said, -provided scope for a most exhilarating exchange of amenities, and -sometimes for grave allegations against the moral proclivities of the -British prisoners. But with bricks and mortar our black-coated friends -were on surer ground, and they would not have needed very high -qualifications to have spotted a gaping hole in a wall camouflaged -behind a bed. So our Tunnellers had had to go outside to get to their -work, and the plank door had been decided upon. - -Searches, though they meant confinement to the buildings for the best -part of the day and made cooking a decent meal at the stoves impossible, -were nevertheless welcomed by all except those who had much to lose and -no time to hide it in as a pleasant variation to the monotonous round. -For one thing, they introduced for a brief space a foreign element into -the camp. Quaint little spectacled civilians from Berlin, full of zeal -for their duties for an hour or so, but tiring rapidly as the same -ritual was gone through in room after room of polite but mildly amused -prisoners, could be induced, with a little persuasion, to talk of food -conditions in the capital, their opinion on the war, and other -interesting subjects. The full dress uniform of a police officer -provided a pleasing variation to the eternal field grey; or some Captain -from Hanover, in charge of the company specially detailed for the -search, interested simply because his face was new to us. - -For any material result, both the searches held at Holzminden were an -absolute farce. Of one of them we had full warning. An enormous quantity -of books were temporarily confiscated for examination and removed to the -parcel room. One or two maps which had been carelessly left uncovered -were duly netted; but anything of real importance, such as civilian -hats, clothes, compasses, and the overwhelming majority of the maps, -were securely hidden before the search ever began, and all that happened -was that every officer in the camp was invited to undress and then to -dress again. These ordeals were great fun. When it got to the final -stages and the victim was in his undergarments, he was invited to give -his parole that he had nothing actually concealed about his person. With -some of us delicacy conquered. Others were less fastidious and requested -the German to continue his ungrateful task to the bitter end. Long -before the attic floor—in both houses the richest in contraband -stores—was reached, the searching-parties had tired of the beauty of the -human form and proceedings had become entirely formal. - -One officer prominent in this story was taken by surprise at one of -these searches with a whole escape kit under his bed. But he had also at -the foot of his bed a large black wooden box which had a double bottom. -Luckily, when the sleuths entered his room, the first thing that caught -their eye was the big black box. They turned everything out of it and -tapped the bottom. After a frenzied argument, lasting quite half an -hour, between a detective from Berlin who said there was a double -bottom, and the double bottom expert, who, being called over to examine -it, said there was not, the former triumphantly put his foot through the -false bottom. It hid one or two books (prayer books, etc.) and some -private papers of no particular interest. These articles were carried -off in triumph, and every Hun present shook the detective’s hand as if -he had scored a goal for Blackburn Rovers. They were so pleased that -they _forgot to look under the bed_. - -It should be added that on these occasions the camp personnel could be -relied upon to do their utmost in helping to baffle the search. Thus, -for instance, a sentry could—for a cake of soap, or a stick of -chocolate—be easily induced to act as temporary banker for a large -number of German notes of the realm. Feldwebels could be persuaded to -give permission for an officer to visit the latrine under guard, well -knowing that he had only gone to put something out on short deposit in a -reliable quarter. In some cases the Feldwebel was even known to take the -risk of the market himself. It was a curious phenomenon, in fact, that -on such gala days the camp personnel became infinitely more indulgent -than on ordinary working days. It was as if they were disposed to make -common cause with us against Niemeyer and his imported mercenaries. In -doing so the camp sentries did not forget to help themselves unasked -whenever they had an opportunity. Whilst we were shut up in our rooms, -they had ample access to the dining rooms; and it was an amusing climax -to the day’s sport to see the whole of the guard marched off to the -parcel room after the search to be themselves searched in their turn, -their pockets simply bulging with stolen tins or eatables, and in many -cases the delinquents making frantic efforts to eat a two days’ supply -in two minutes and incur the penalty of indigestion rather than that of -nine days’ cells for being found in possession of stolen goods. The -whole business was rather Gilbertian. I do not think it could have -happened in England, even if there had been a famine there. - -Niemeyer must have realised the futility of these field-days, for there -were no searches held between a date in March and the time of the tunnel -escape. On one occasion all the preparations for one had been made, and -the information duly passed on through the usual channels to us. But -Niemeyer, in his turn, came to know that we knew, and not only cancelled -the operations but told us frankly that he had done so. We had sometimes -to give the devil his due for a sense of humour. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER VIII - - THE LAST LAP - - -After a brief spell of smoother working, both above and below the -surface, things began to go wrong again. - -In the first place, the exasperating stratum of stones recurred and -persisted. The tunnel was now being inclined upwards. From rough -measurements it had been estimated that the face must now be approaching -the desired spot and be nearly abreast with the edge of the rye-field. -But the obstinate stratum added to the difficulty of working uphill, and -reduced the rate of progress almost to the lowest on record; and, work -as they might, it was the last week in June before those directing -decided that the distance had been accomplished and the tunnel might be -inclined to the surface. - -On the last day in June Lieutenant Butler, one of the leading spirits in -the concern, went up to the face on the important duty of breaking the -surface and pinpointing the position. The tunnel had at length been -pushed through the clogging stratum, a total ascent of nine feet had -been made from the lowest point, and it was judged that the end of it -must now be very near the surface. To confirm this, a narrow hole was -bored straight upwards from the face. It was found that there were still -six feet of clay and soil to be negotiated. This was disappointing, but -it was not so disappointing as was the result of verifying the actual -position. Butler very gingery pushed a stick with a piece of white paper -attached to it up through the hole. The watchers from one of the upper -end-corridor windows groaned as they discerned the damning piece of -paper moving slowly to and fro, _still eight or nine yards short of the -rye_. - -The interest and general tension had now become so great that, although -nothing was said, half the camp knew the same evening that something was -wrong and guessed fairly shrewdly what the something was. To carry on -into the rye would take at least three weeks’ hard work, by which time -the rye would probably have been cut and the only cover afforded would -be the darkness of the night. But about three or four yards nearer than -the rye was a row of beans, and it was decided to make a last effort to -reach these and to trust to luck and the darkness to carry the party -across the bare space between the beans and rye. The beans in themselves -would afford no mean screen. - -Meanwhile, “Munshi” Gray, another of the conspirators, the Father of the -Tunnel, and in every way one of the most important personages concerned, -fell due for a fortnight of solitary confinement. He had some time ago -had a violent altercation with the most odious of the parcel room -attendants, and had, in the course of it, absent-mindedly handled a -large knife which was lying on the parcel room counter. The attendant -promptly brought a charge against him for attempted homicide, and—the -word, as well as the body, of even the vilest German being sacrosanct -when brought into collision with those of prisoners-of-war—Gray was in -due course brought up before a court-martial. It says something for his -judges on this occasion that they did not give him more than a -fortnight, which in reality amounted to acquittal. There existed -tribunals which would have given him six months of the best without the -slightest twinge of conscience, or—more melancholy still—without the -thought of having been in the least unjust. This was but an instance of -the perversions of all the accepted canons of fair play which frequently -occurred; fortunately for Gray and the tunnel, it was a mild sample. So -the Munshi languished and knew nothing of what was passing in the -tunnel, except from guarded scraps of Hindostani spoken to him in an -even voice from the window of the camp adjutant’s room, immediately -above his cell. - -Finally, Tim and his young woman made their long deliberated effort and -were caught most unluckily at the main gate, thereby throwing the camp -officials and Niemeyer in particular into a most undesirable mood of -added watchfulness. Everything had gone according to plan up to a -point—the Kommandantur staircase had again been made use of, and a most -seductive little flapper typist had tripped his unassuming way -unchallenged through the gate. Tim himself, dressed in a German -private’s uniform (but otherwise unmistakably Tim), had attempted to -follow suit; but he was unable to avoid his doom in the shape of one too -curious and too intelligent pair of eyes at the guard-room window. Their -owner recognised him as an English officer and promptly gave the alarm. -Result, the usual Tim débacle, and the work of months once again -nullified. The pair were marched off to the cells under escort amidst -sympathetic expressions from every side. Even Ulrich, the German officer -of B Kaserne, was loud in his admiration of the disguises used; ‘he had -of course suspected something was up for months.’ Of course. - -Lieutenant Lincke, the officer who had succeeded the pot-bellied Gröner -in charge of A Kaserne, a pharmacist by trade and the personification of -pompous absurdity, seized the opportunity to show his ignorance of the -English and his unsuitability for his post by intimating that the female -disguise had been culled from the theatrical wardrobe allowed us on -parole. Once again, and in accordance with cherished tradition, war had -to be waged on the parole question, and the artificially good relations -which were being promoted in the interests of the tunnel were -temporarily suspended until Lincke could be induced to retract his -entirely inexcusable inference. - -It must be explained that the whole of the theatrical wardrobe, both for -male and female parts, was kept strictly apart under lock and key and -under the supervision of a particular officer. It had always been a -strict injunction of each successive senior British officer that on no -account was there to be any tampering with these clothes for the -purposes of escape, and that any infringement of this order would be -looked upon as a breaking of parole. This unwritten, but none the less -thoroughly understood, reservation was as clear as it was necessary in -the interests of that large section of the community which relied on the -periodical “shows”—whether as performers or spectators—for their -principal means of relief from the _ennui_ of prison existence. The -disguise of Tim’s accomplice had, as a matter of fact, been smuggled in -from the town at a considerable expenditure in German money and British -kind. - -But Lincke, having been, till within the last year, a German pharmacist -in a small way of business, had about as much idea of British (not to -say German) military honour as he had of field operations. His training -had consisted of three or four months in a Reserve of Officers Training -Battalion, and he came out of it vibrant with the glory of two -things—the German military system, and himself as reflecting a modest -proportion of that glory. He was perfectly genial, self-satisfied, and -common. On _appel_ he insisted on believing that he was dealing with a -company of recruits on parade, and the long, shuffling, indifferent rows -of British officers winced or laughed at his antics, according to the -state of their nerves. He used to begin operations by a salute with the -top half of his person inclined almost at right angles with the ground; -some of the lighter spirits used to go one better and execute a complete -_salaam_, and this, of course, made him querulous. He would recall to -the senior officer on parade the great day when he and his brother -officer-aspirants stood poker stiff at attention under inspection by one -of the very biggest of the German Generals. “Scarcely a _pickelhaube_ -moved.” That was his triumph—scarcely a _pickelhaube_ had moved. And so -why could not now the British officers do likewise, instead of appearing -on parade in dirty uniforms and without caps and saluting so raggedly? -Oh it was too bad. - -He was of course a complete nonentity and disregarded alike by Niemeyer -and the British, as well as by his non-commissioned officers. But even -nonentities exercise awkward powers if placed in positions where they -should not be, and Lincke, for all his mildness, was about as -troublesome to deal with as a Junker of the real Prussian school. His -pharmaceutical soul and his hopeless inability to understand the British -point of view made him in fact a serious thorn in the flesh, as was -evidenced in the wardrobe incident. - -Ultimately he crashed badly. He was in the habit of paying frequent -visits to the tin room, nominally to inspect, actually to satisfy his -craving for the sight of our English delicacies. He was insatiably -inquisitive, as well as greedy, and used to spend hours together down in -the cellars, questioning officers as to the contents and origin of -particular tins. Finally there became reason to suspect him of something -rather more serious than mere curiosity; a trap was set, and he was -marked down by three witnesses in the act of abstracting tins from one -of the shelves and putting them hurriedly in his pocket. - -This gave us a most valuable handle, for even at Holzminden the German -officers had never stolen our tins from our own tin room, or if they -had, had not been such fools as to be caught doing so. In due course, -and at a seasonable moment, the card was played, the written statement -of the witnesses handed in, and an explanation asked for. Niemeyer took -a day or two before he replied—what passed between himself and the -luckless Lincke in the interval we could only guess—and then explained -that it was in the regulations for German officers at any time to take -tins out of the tin room in order personally to examine them for -contraband articles. - -The senior British officer politely noted this explanation and asked -leave to refer the question to the _Kriegsministerium_ for a ruling. -Lincke, meanwhile, was relieved of his post. It was one of the few -occasions (besides the tunnel) upon which we ever succeeded in getting -really up on them. - -The capture of Tim caused gloomy anticipation of a search and with it -the discovery of the attempted hole in Room 34, and thereby, as a -natural corollary, of the tunnel itself. In the second week of July—with -three yards or so further to go before an exit could be made behind the -beans, with the prospect of a search imminent at any moment, and with -the added danger of an early harvest to spur their efforts—the -working-party began to make their final arrangements. A week—possibly -ten days—hence, and the thing would be put to the proof for better or -worse. - -There were thirteen of them: Lieutenants Mardock and Lawrence of the -Royal Naval Air Service, Captain Gray, Lieutenant Butler, Captain -Langren, Lieutenant Wainwright, R.N., Lieutenant Macleod, Captain Bain, -Captain Kennard, Lieutenant Robertson, Lieutenant Clouston, Lieutenant -Morris, Lieutenant Paddison. They voted for priority of station. After -the working-party proper, places were allotted to Lieutenant-Colonel -Rathborne, the senior officer of the camp, Lieutenant Bousfield, whose -share in a previous attempt has been narrated earlier, and Captain Lyon -of the Australians, who was to travel with Bousfield. - -Then came a supplementary working-party of six, who, though not actually -employed in the digging of the tunnel, had contributed valuable -assistance in scouting-out and had made themselves generally useful in -helping to dig the holes inside the actual building. - -It was arranged that the original working-party should have a clear -hour’s start, and that another hour should intervene between the last -man out of the supplementary working-party and “the ruck.” - -“The ruck”—or, in other words, anyone else who wanted to go—had by now -assumed alarming dimensions. There were some sixty names on the official -list handed to me as Camp Adjutant on the day preceding the escape. The -list had been arranged in order of priority of exit, and to prevent -heart-burnings—as well as to promote the maximum of secrecy—it was -arranged that those on the list should only be warned in the first -instance _after_ the evening _appel_ on the night of the actual escape. -Moreover, no one was to be told his place but only that he was to lie in -bed fully dressed until he was actually warned to go, upon which he was -to get up at once and repair to the rendezvous on the attic floor. This -was a very wise precaution. It excluded the possibility of anyone in A -Kaserne getting wind of the intention to flit and then endeavouring to -get into the other barrack for the night and so endangering the success -of the enterprise. It also precluded the risk of excessive human -circulation in the corridors, the only people authorised to move about -in the corridors being myself, Lieutenant Grieve, who was selected as -traffic controller, one or two look-out men, and each escaper as, in his -proper turn, he left his bed to pass to the tunnel. - -The orderlies had been thoroughly warned, and those of them who had -volunteered to help fully understood their duties. One was to receive -officers one by one on the other side of the hole in the attic room and -was to signal the next man to come through when the coast was clear. -Another was to guide officers to the tunnel entrance down the staircase -and through the planks, and two more were to be on duty at the actual -tunnel entrance. Traffic was to be carefully controlled. Not more than -two officers were to be allowed inside the orderlies’ quarters at a -time. If there was a hitch, Lieutenant Grieve, on the far side of the -attic hole, was to be immediately warned. On discovery all the orderlies -were to pretend complete ignorance of the whole business. - -This last goes without saying. Just as the loyal co-operation of the -orderlies was essential to success, so it was imperative that none of -them should be implicated. They had all been offered a starting-place if -they cared to accept one, but none of them did. The long expected, -almost despaired of, head-for-head exchange had at last been arranged at -the Hague, and the agreement was now only awaiting ratification. The -fact that privates had been up till now excluded from the terms of the -exchange had of course been very severely criticised, and it was not -until later realised that the arrangements for a general head-for-head -repatriation had been frustrated entirely from the German side. But the -rule of “women and children first”—as our orderlies, half good -naturedly, half cynically, and with that wonderful instinct for the -epigrammatic which characterises the British soldier, had summarised the -situation—was now obsolete. To have imperilled their chances of exchange -by taking a long risk at this stage of their captivity (nearly all of -them were 1914 prisoners) would have been very unwise, even had they -been as well equipped as the officers as regards disguise, money, -reserves of food, and general experience. Moreover, the penalties for -attempted escape were for private soldiers infinitely more severe than -they were for officers. They would have certainly been sent back to one -of the men’s _Lagers_, and their previous experiences reminded them that -any officers’ _Lager_—even Holzminden—was considerably better than the -former’s best. And there were always the coal and salt mines to be taken -into calculation. So they stayed behind, and their share in the night’s -work amply crowned their long record of ungrudged service and devotion -to the cause. - -During the last few days, when it was generally known that at any moment -the cat might jump and it became a question of concealing “zero” day -from your own side, the tension was positively painful. With the best -will in the world, the injunctions of the senior British officer came to -be overlooked. Even the senior British officer himself was not innocent -in this respect. Small parties clustered at the ends of corridors or -roamed disconsolately round and round the camp, discussing the eternal -question, _When?_ Civilian disguises, maps, and packs were brought out -from their hiding-places and set ready for the road. More risks of -detection were run during this period in a day than had been run before -in a whole month. Maps were studied. An unwise and rather insubordinate -eleventh-hour attempt on the part of one or two of the more desperate -characters in Kaserne A to effect a transfer of rooms to Kaserne B was -fortunately quashed. The senior British officer, who was somewhat -square-rigged in shape, was given a trial run down the tunnel to see if -he could manage it. It took him an hour to get back! - -Walks had been allowed again as a consequence of the “lifting” of the -reprisals, and most of the intending starters availed themselves of this -opportunity to get into good marching trim. Fit as they were in -consequence of the strenuous work down below, they felt the need of -using every available opportunity for a good heel-and-toe movement over -a stretch of unconfined ground. The Holland border was 120 kilometres -away and would not easily be reached by those who had let their walking -muscles lie too long dormant. In addition, it was pleasant to get away -for a space from the strained atmosphere of the enclosure and the -tremendous secret of the camp, and without constraint to think and talk -for a little of other things. In high midsummer the plain in which we -walked was only less lovely than it had been in the spring. As then the -trees, so now the young crops invited us to build up a new calendar in -terms of growing things. We may not have felt the need perhaps, in the -years gone by, to pay due note to the wonderful kaleidoscope. Now the -very circumscription of her lecturing hours made Nature’s lessons the -more highly prized. - -Sometimes, when the weather was warm and the Feldwebel in charge -sufficiently lazy and complacent, we bathed in the Weser—clandestinely, -for river bathing was not allowed by the municipal authorities. Then for -a glorious half-hour the river would be alive with the nude bodies of a -hundred happy men. It was established at these bathes that the river was -easily fordable at one point. In our parole cards there was nothing down -to tell us not to _notice_ things. And the river lay between the camp -and Holland. - -At the last moment another painful incident occurred. It became known -that a certain desperate party in A Kaserne were proposing to anticipate -the tunnel, and the increased restrictions which its discovery would be -bound to create, by some wild-cat scheme of their own. It appeared to be -their intention to fuse the lights all over the building and make a bid -to get over the wire in the darkness and confusion thus created. There -was also going to be employed a “blind” in the shape of a large dummy -figure dropped from a window at the opposite end of the building to that -at which the actual attempt was to be made. The scheme in ordinary -circumstances would have been worth trying and was a courageous one. But -at this juncture of affairs, when the work of nine months was on the -verge of bearing fruit, and when the one thing needed was to lull the -suspicions of the authorities, it was foolish and selfish. To make -matters worse, the participants had received the unofficial support of -the senior officer in the building. - -The senior British officer in the camp, however, took a very different -line. He had the ringleader up and put the argument fairly and forcibly -before him. He sympathised, of course, but—there was a train already in -the tunnel. The line was not quite clear for it yet, but would be -shortly, and it must be let through first. It was very important not to -have a collision at this moment, and the advent of another train might -spell disaster. He must definitely forbid any prior attempt. - -But for the above-mentioned ringleader, the tunnel would have been -essayed a night earlier than it actually was. On the doors of the houses -being locked at nightfall on the 23rd July, it was found that the fellow -was in B Kaserne. He had got wind of it somehow and was determined to be -in at the death. The only course was to cancel the operation for the -night and induce this officer to realise that he had made a mistake and -explain his appearance in the wrong house to the Feldwebel as best he -could. Elaborate measures were also taken to put him off the scent for -the ensuing night. Disciplinary methods were really useless with this -type; besides, the senior officer was too closely occupied in the final -arrangements of his own intricate disguise—he was intending to travel by -train in broad daylight and not as a thief in the night—to feel any -inclination for taking any further steps with this refractory -individual. - -Such difficulties may sound petty, perhaps, and inconsistent with the -spirit of comradeship. But it was not in human nature to risk the fruits -of eight months’ incessant labour to benefit the crowd. Nerves were -badly on edge, and the wonder really is that this particular intruder -was let off as lightly as he was. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER IX - - THE ESCAPE AND THE SEQUEL - - -The reader will excuse if at this point in the story the first person -pronoun figures rather prominently. I was myself at this time the -Adjutant of the camp, and, as such, had been fairly thoroughly coached -how things were to be done. I was very glad to have the opportunity of -contributing, in however modest a degree, to the success of the plot. -The glorious nature of the adventure came home to me at last, and I -experienced some rather severe eleventh-hour twinges of regret that I -had not availed myself more fully of any chances that I might have had -of actually participating. There had been times of late when I had -almost given up the tunnel. There had seemed to be no end to the -difficulties and obstacles in completing it. Added to which, the -ordinary routine duties of Adjutant had kept me too fully occupied to -acquire the proper escaper’s atmosphere and spend long hours over -preparing maps and packs and securing the necessary money and disguise. -Frankly, I had been a little sceptical. - -Later on, in another camp, where there was full latitude to mature one’s -scheme and the Germans interfered hardly at all with one’s daily doings, -I experienced the complete escape fever. But that is another story. - -The actual night of the escape was the 24th July. - -I was warned just before evening _appel_, at 6 o’clock, that if B house -harboured no aliens that night, the escape would take place. I got hold -of Grieve during the evening and we held a long confabulation as to how -the policing had best be done. It was arranged that I should do all the -warning and escort people to the rendezvous in the attic, and that he -should do the actual controlling and keep in communication with the -orderlies. The evening passed away and I don’t think anybody outside the -working-party was aware that anything was actually in the wind. - -The doors in B house were safely locked at 9.0 p.m. without a single -intruder from A house. Several people had been keenly on the watch to -see to this point. We went off quietly to our respective rooms to have -our names called. - -After the Feldwebel and his minions had finally left the building, there -was still another hour or so to wait before the coast was clear for -action. A German sentry used to come round some time after 10 o’clock to -close all the windows in the corridors and incidentally remove anything -that he saw to his liking which might be lying about. Until he had gone -it would be unsafe to have any undue movement, and only the cutting-out -man—i.e. the first officer to go through the tunnel—and the two next on -the list would go down to the chamber before he was well clear. - -During this period of waiting the senior British officer paid me a visit -in his dressing-gown and said good-bye. I wished him good luck. We had -worked together for two months or more and had discussed the tunnel and -his particular plan to escape countless times. He had a very good -disguise and, without wishing to disparage his features, they were—with -the aid of glasses—wonderfully Teutonic. He was, so far as I knew, the -only one who was proposing to travel all the way to the frontier by -train, and with his excellent knowledge of German and forged papers he -looked to have a very good chance. - -I sat in my room until the outside door had slammed behind the German -sentry and I knew the working-party would have already begun making -their way through the tunnel for the last time. Then I began going round -the rooms and warning personally every man on the list. They were to get -their kit ready and get into bed fully dressed and then wait until they -were called. There was to be no movement in the corridors of any sort. -For all the secrecy that had been attempted, they were most of them more -than half expecting the long-deferred call. Probably someone had seen a -member of the working-party in his disguise and had passed on the -information. A few of them wanted to know where they were in the list, -but I told them that they were not to know and had only to obey orders. -Everyone would have to come upstairs in his socks, carrying his boots in -his hand. After I had completed the task of warning everybody I went up -to see Grieve. It was now past half-past eleven. He told me that the -working-party were all well away already and that the thing was going -well. - -The hour’s law for the working-party was strictly adhered to, and at -12.30 the supplementary working-party began to go through. They, too, -were all through by about 1.15. - -At 1.10 or thereabouts I began my duties of assembling those on the -waiting list. Two or three passed through all right, and then the -orderly on the orderlies’ side of the attic hole passed the word back -that there was a hitch. He would let Grieve know when it was all clear -again. - -The next man due to go through had overweighted himself and his pack to -such an extent that the delay proved perhaps a blessing in disguise. If -we had let him go through as he was, he would probably have stuck in the -tunnel, would most certainly not have forded the Weser, and could, in -any case, not have marched for more than three days. We sent him back -with some stern advice to remove a dozen tins or so from his pack, -discard his stick, and take off his hobnailed boots which had made an -infernal clatter in the passage. A few more such performers and the -secret would be out! - -No news came through from the tunnel, so I decided to turn in for an -hour or so, and Grieve arranged for a message to be sent to me if the -coast was clear before that time. - -I took a turn up and down the corridors before I lay down. There were -the sentries outside walking up and down, with their chins sunk on their -breasts and their rifles slung on their backs, wonderfully as usual. It -was odd to think that within a hundred yards our fellows were wriggling -away through the rye. Clearly nothing had been suspected so far. It was -a calm night and fairly dark. - -I lay down knowing that there would be heaps of work to do the next day, -whatever happened, and that I should want my wits about me. But I could -not sleep, and at about 2.30 I went upstairs to see Grieve again. He -reported there was no change in the position. We tried to get an answer -from the orderlies’ quarters, but there was no reply. It was rather -baffling. At 3 o’clock we held a council of war with Captain Sharp, who -was one of those due to go through early in the list, and we -agreed—although it was against the instructions given us, which had been -that the orderlies should alone be responsible for letting anyone -through the attic hole—that Sharp should go through to reconnoitre. He -did so, and came back in about a quarter of an hour’s time to report -that no one was about, and that the tunnel was empty[10]. - - -[Footnote 10: It was never found out exactly what caused the check and I -do not think it ever will be.] - - -It was rather a nasty moment. We had a sudden new suspicion of -insecurity and a feeling that valuable time might have been lost. It now -wanted about two hours to dawn, and so far we reckoned that only 24 were -out of the camp. It did not look very promising for most of the waiting -list. - -In the absence of the orderlies—we hardly felt justified in giving them -further orders—we sent through the next five officers on the waiting -list, headed by Sharp, allowing five minutes between each. They did not -return, so we concluded that the tunnel was still clear and that they -had got away, thus bringing the total number to 29. About half a dozen -more had followed at regular intervals, and it was getting on for -half-past four, when the last—Captain Gardiner of the A.I.F.—came back -to report that the tunnel was blocked and passage impossible. According -to his report the tunnel was reverberating with groans, curses, and -expressions of encouragement. Someone apparently was stuck in front and -was urging those behind him to get back in order to let him out. Those -behind, on the other hand, like the Tuscans in the famous Lay, were -crying “Forward” in no uncertain tones, and urging him to get out and on -with it. It had clearly become a hopeless impasse. It seemed best, -therefore, at this juncture to call a halt and clear the course before -daylight, so as to defer the chance of discovery till the last possible -moment. Recommendations were therefore passed along to evacuate the -tunnel. - -But here arose another difficulty. Those now labouring in the tunnel -were not used to its ways. It was hard enough to wriggle along in a -forward direction, but withdrawal, with a heavy pack in tow, was an even -more strenuous proposition. It will be remembered that the -working-party, with muscles attuned by long practice, had experienced -the utmost difficulty in pulling out the sacks of earth when the rope -method broke down. And to get the packs out was an absolute necessity, -for otherwise there would be a complete block both before and behind, -which would result in the foremost unfortunates being entombed until the -tunnel was discovered and they were dug out. - -The situation called for desperate measures, and fortunately the right -man was at hand. A New Zealand officer called Garland, who was high up -on the waiting list, came up to the rendezvous to prospect. He happened -to be about as strong physically as any other two officers in the camp, -and possessed the biceps of a Hercules. He at once volunteered to go -down and try to pull out the rear-most man. - -After about half an hour he succeeded in doing so, and the two -collaborators in this severe physical exercise crawled back through the -attic hole completely exhausted and dripping with sweat. - -There still remained four men stuck in the tunnel, it was already -getting light, and in an hour and a half—at 6 a.m.—a German N.C.O. was -due to open the outside door and call the orderlies. It was essential, -therefore, to get everyone back into the building before that time. If -the alarm of the escape was not raised before 9 o’clock _appel_, the 29 -fugitives now at large would have all the better opportunity of making -cover some distance away from the camp before they lay up for their -first day out. - -An hour past a look-out from an upper window at the end of one of the -corridors had reported that two figures had been seen in the dim half -light of the dawn making off through the rye-field. It was guessed that -these would probably be the last pair out before the accident had -happened in the tunnel which had barred further passage. If this couple -could gain the Duke of Brunswick’s hunting woods—some three miles -distant—before the hue and cry was out, they could lie up snugly and -safely, and their predecessors would be in all the better plight. - -The work of extracting the remaining four went on slowly and -laboriously, and by a quarter to six two more mudstained objects had -been salved and had been sent back, cursing bitterly, to their rooms to -get rid of their mud and cover their traces. It appeared that the tunnel -had caved in about five-sixths of the way up—at the bottom of the slope -up to the final exit. Stones loosened in the traffic had found their way -to this—the lowest point in the whole tunnel, and were blocking further -progress. A landslip on the most modest scale would be quite enough to -block up the tiny hole. - -There was now nothing left to do. The two officers still in the tunnel -with the volunteers assisting them to get out would have to be left to -take their chance. Everybody else went back to their rooms and to bed, -hugging themselves in anticipation of the 9 o’clock _appel_, and the -fireworks which would inevitably ensue when the Feldwebel of B house -reported with a rueful countenance that according to his reckoning there -“failed” (_fehlen_) no less than twenty-nine _Herren_. - -This hope was, however, frustrated, and the bubble burst two hours too -soon. The two last men in the tunnel were eventually retrieved, and -emerged from the plank entrance with their rescuers to find the door at -the orderlies’ entrance open. The under-officer had duly called the -orderlies some twenty minutes previously and had gone away suspecting -nothing. Their obvious course was to obey instructions and go back to -their house by the same way as they had come. But for some reason they -failed to do so and ran out very foolishly into the cookhouse in the -enclosure, where they met Niemeyer out for an inopportune early morning -stroll. Their salvage party meanwhile had gone back by the proper way. - -In ten minutes the whole of the camp staff had appeared on the scene. -The two officers, of course, refused to say anything or to explain their -muddy condition. Even then Niemeyer failed to tumble to what had -actually occurred. But a few minutes later an excited farmer appeared at -the postern gate and led the whole party to where, amid the trampled rye -in which a dozen different tracks were visible from the camp windows, a -gaping hole brought recognition and late wisdom to Milwaukee Bill. - -“_So, ein Tunnel._” - -Tunnel. The same dangerous word, common to either language, which had -been whispered for so long by the one side, now ran like electricity -through the ranks of the other. - -The next question from Niemeyer’s point of view was, how many? The fat -Feldwebel went off and counted an expectant house. He found everybody -unusually wide awake and good humoured for that hour of the morning. The -fat Feldwebel was himself thoroughly amused by the eventful happenings -since his last appearance in the house, and he merely chortled -good-humouredly as name after name elicited no response. He returned to -the rye-field to report to Niemeyer an absentee list of 26. In his -excitement he had forgotten to count the “Munshi’s” room, from which all -three occupants had flitted. - -Then came the real moment. Niemeyer’s jaw dropped, his moustachios for a -brief instant lost their twirl, his solid stomach swelled less -impressively against his overcoat. Just for a moment he became grey and -looked very old. But only for a moment. The sound of laughter in the -upper corridor windows floated down to him and roused action and the -devil in him forthwith. As an initial measure he put all the windows at -that end of the building out of bounds and told his sentries to fire at -once if a face appeared. Then he had the outer doors of both houses -locked. Then he placed a sentry over the tunnel head and stalked away to -the Kommandantur to ring up the Company Captain in Holzminden, inform -the police, report events to Corps Headquarters at Hanover, and issue -emergency orders “for the safety of the camp.” - -These were posted up in both houses and caused considerable amusement. -Briefly, they permitted the officers remaining in the camp to eat, -sleep, and breathe, but that was about all. “No one,” so ran the order, -“when inside the building was to move from his own room. Conversation -with other officers in the corridors or by the notice boards was -forbidden. Officers were not allowed to stand about at the doors of the -buildings. No officer belonging to one house might enter the other. -Officers were not to walk about in groups of more than two.” And so on. - -Of course we had amply expected all this. Indeed, there was ground for -congratulation that things had panned out up to the present without -murder being done. Stringent orders had been issued that, in the event -of the escape only being discovered at the 9 o’clock _appel_, there was -to be no laughter or demonstration calculated to aggravate. Months -before, the more serious-minded had discussed the prospects of someone -being shot in the Commandant’s first wild ebullition of fury and baffled -rage at the defeat of all his precautions. It was one advantage of the -premature discovery of the escape that what shooting was ordered was -confined to the windows. - -Twenty-nine. The magic number flitted from mouth to mouth and was -shouted across from B house to A, who cheered heartily on hearing the -figure. It was indeed a good number and constituted an easy record for -Germany, if not for all time. _Neun und zwanzig._ Long ere now it had -permeated to the town, and the road outside the camp was strangely -peopled with unusual figures of both sexes and all ages, anxious to view -the scene of the occurrence, and most of them no doubt vastly pleased at -the discomfiture of the notorious bully, Hauptmann Niemeyer. Always the -camp had been the diversion of a Sunday evening stroll for the burghers -of Holzminden; now we played daily to crowded houses, until the -Commandant, in his exasperation, put the confines of the camp out of -bounds to civilians. Those who had been stuck in the hours of the dawn -exchanged experiences and friendly recrimination. Personal -disappointment was merged in the general triumph. For triumph it was. -Twenty-nine loose in Germany. Twenty-nine. He would have been a bold man -who would have breathed that number in Niemeyer’s hearing. - -The sentries grinned as they echoed it. Kasten, the fat old Feldwebel, -laughed as he notched it on the next (mid-day) _appel_. And Niemeyer -tried to digest it. - -He was not very successful. We were let out of the barracks after -mid-day. No attempt was naturally made to fall in with the newly posted -camp regulations, and serious collisions with Niemeyer, as soon as he -came abroad, were inevitable. There was at the bottom of everybody’s -mind a feeling that the time had at last come to be rid of him, that now -the star of the Great Twin Brethren might at last wane and the wrath -from Hanover or Berlin descend on the discredited favourite for being -unable either to keep his gaol-birds at home or to keep order in his own -house. But bloodshed was to be avoided. It was a difficult policy, to -annoy by pinpricks, to goad an already maddened creature, but to keep, -as a community, within the law. But it was the right policy, and one -which commended itself to the new senior British officer, Colonel Stokes -Roberts, who succeeded to the position vacated by Colonel Rathborne, now -well on his way to freedom. - -Accordingly the red rag was discreetly held out, and Niemeyer retained -just enough self-control not to draw and flourish a revolver. All the -available cells were filled within the first few hours with candidates -for three days’ arrest. Their crimes were imaginary and were not stated. -They might have failed to salute at 40 paces, they might have laughed, -they might merely have happened to be standing somewhere in Niemeyer’s -path. It did not matter. They had certainly all broken the latest camp -regulations. - -All the orderlies were taken off duty and set to dig up the tunnel. The -tin rooms and parcel rooms were closed until further notice. I myself, -whose complicity with the plot was highly suspected, was removed from my -own room and bundled unceremoniously into one of the large rooms on the -top floor of A house. The windows of the cells were barricaded up and -made quite dark by day and the lights in them were kept on all night. -Every German in the camp personnel was put on to sentry duty and -sentries paraded the passages three times in the night. The use of the -bath room attendant for this purpose precluded baths. In a word we were -“strafed,” and the camp knew once more the open warfare which had -prevailed for the first unforgettable month of its existence. - -[Illustration: - - Orderlies digging out the tunnel between Kaserne B and the outer wall. -] - -The inconveniences of such a state of affairs were lightly borne, and -even relished, by the large majority. The Tunnellers had scored too -heavily for us to mind doing scapegoat for them. It was a pleasant -thought that all twenty-nine were still abroad, and that there was a -reasonable certainty of a fair proportion of them getting over and -putting a stop to Niemeyer’s run of atrocious good luck in the matter of -escapes. Apart from the hue and cry which had already been raised -through the North German press, the fugitives had everything in their -favour. They had had months to deliberate on their route and travelling -tactics; their packs had been stocked at leisure so as to combine the -maximum of nutrition with the minimum of weight; their civilian -disguises were adequate for their purpose. Most of them were going to -trust to their legs to carry them over the border and would be only -night birds of passage, lying up during the day. But Colonel Rathborne -possessed a knowledge of German and a superb civilian suit, over which -he had put pyjamas in going through the tunnel, and which would be able -to set casual interference blandly at defiance. He was walking due south -to Göttingen and was there going to entrain for Aachen _viâ_ Cassel and -Frankfurt. If all went well with him and his forged passport passed -muster, he would be over the frontier in under three days. And later, -when six days had gone by and he had not returned, the camp knew that -the spell had been broken and that an Englishman was over from -Holzminden. But we said nothing to the Germans. - -However, before six days had passed a good number of the twenty-nine had -already been rounded up and brought back to camp. As they were kept in -the strictest isolation, it was only possible to hear their stories by -bribing the cell attendants to bring written messages from them. If -bribes failed, the message was concealed somehow in their trays of food. -Every officer in detention cell had to have a friend to feed him—i.e. -cook his food and see that it was delivered to him; otherwise he existed -in semi-starvation on the German ration. It was the usual thing, -preparatory to an attempt to escape, to arrange for your feeding -arrangements in “jug”; and the penalty of recapture was shared to the -full by the luckless partner, who thus had double work. - -Sharp and Luscombe were the first pair back, as they had been the last -pair away. They had had two days and a night out and had been caught -passing through a village at night about 15 miles down the Weser. Sharp -reported that at his search on being brought back to the camp, Niemeyer -had vented his spleen on him by picking a valuable gold watch to pieces -with his pocket knife, and by giving instructions for his civilian -clothes (which included a brand new coat from England) to be ripped to -ribbons. Every day brought in some fresh recapture, and, the cell -accommodation being completely inadequate to cope with the numerous -criminals, the town gaol was drawn upon to afford relief. - -It was a sad blow to the camp when some of the foremost spirits in the -adventure—Mardock, Lawrence, Butler, and Langren—were brought back after -being out about ten days. Butler had stolen a bicycle and was caught on -it while passing through a village. The others had been taken in the -vicinity of the Ems. All these separate captures used to be described at -length and with appropriate embellishments in the Hanoverian press. Thus -in one organ it was stated that the refugees were all wearing British -uniform; another had it that British naval uniform was the mode, with -the buttons altered; yet another explained that the prisoners had -escaped in civilian disguise procured from British friends outside the -camp. To be sure, we had British friends outside the camp—what -prisoner-of-war did not? But one could imagine the burghers of Hanover -reading this sort of stuff and commenting on the lax policy of the -Government towards enemy aliens! - -A detective from Berlin had arrived shortly after the escape and -displayed the usual aptitude of his species in examining the tunnel. -Several hours elapsed before he found the door in the partition. This -was all in Niemeyer’s favour, since a mere Commandant, a layman in the -science of crime, could not reasonably have been expected to guess the -secret which had temporarily baffled the expert. Such acuteness would -have been unseemly and unprofessional. The detective took a large number -of photographs[11] and made a large number of notes, and the two parted -on the best of terms. When Niemeyer had bowed the important visitor off -the premises, he turned his attention once more to the safe keeping of -the British officers still remaining under his wing. - - -[Footnote 11: Three of these are reproduced in this book.] - - -For several days he achieved a crescendo of fury and malevolence and -maintained all the outward characteristics of a mad bull. Unfortunately -he had not in any way fallen from grace. A staff officer from Hanover -specially sent down to examine the affair was, to our disappointment, an -apparently appreciative witness of his behaviour. We had calculated that -von Hänisch would by now have discovered a flaw in his chosen -instrument, and that the attitude of the chief might be seen to be -reflected in his subordinates. But we were out of our reckoning. The -captain from Hanover used even to accompany Niemeyer in his periodical -incursions into the camp precincts and stand stolidly by while the -latter blackguarded every Englishman within reach or hearing. - -Possibly Niemeyer had got ideas from reading Don Quixote on his dull -evenings. One of his favourite amusements during this period was to make -fierce onslaughts with his stick on the washing hanging out to dry on -the wire fence between the two main buildings. He would lunge at some -unoffending under-garment, spit it, brandish it violently in the air, -and then trample on it. It was against the regulations for washing to be -hung on the wire, and the Commandant sacrificed his personal dignity to -see that these regulations were unflinchingly obeyed. - -His behaviour towards the orderlies was a delightful contrast. Usually -domineering and foul-mouthed towards them beyond the ordinary, he was -now honey-tongued good fellowship itself. The orderlies were all -employed digging up the tunnel; and Niemeyer used to stand by them for -hours at a time, asking the men questions about their homes in England, -their wives and children, and generally trying to put himself on the -best possible terms with them. - -Niemeyer was looking desperately hard for a scapegoat. It is to be -remembered that no one had been caught actually _in_ the tunnel, and -every officer recaptured stoutly refused to say how he had got out. -There was no tangible evidence of any conspiracy. Consequently unless an -admission of complicity was wrung from one of the orderlies, the charge -of doing damage to German property, levelled against a number of -unconvicted and unconvictable persons, would lose weight, however -circumstantial the evidence; and it was punishment to the hilt which the -Commandant, in his wounded pride, yearned after. But his clumsy -overtures took in nobody. The men knew that he was trying his hardest to -pump them and gave nothing away. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER X - - CLOSING INCIDENTS - - -Niemeyer had often, in more peaceful days, jocularly remarked that the -conduct of the British officers was making him an old man before his -time. Such of us as in these days were brought face to face with him -began to get a comfortable feeling that this indeed was the case. He was -reported to be 62; and by this time he was looking every day of it. - -The actual _casus belli_ on which the senior British officer decided to -force the issue was the treatment, on the day after the escape, of an -R.F.C. officer called Phelan. This officer had on his way down to the -cells been brutally kicked by a sentry under the approving eye of a -particularly odious Feldwebel of the best Prussian pattern surnamed -Klausen, and known familiarly as “Dog Face.” The act had been witnessed -by at least six British officers and the evidence duly taken down. The -senior British officer therefore gave the Phelan incident pride of place -in a summary sent to Niemeyer of various individual and collective -injustices visited on the members of the camp since the discovery of the -tunnel, and added a curt ultimatum that unless these grievances were -promptly redressed he would be unable to be responsible for the further -conduct of the British officers. - -This was an extreme step and had never, even in this turbulent camp, -been employed before. For the senior British officer to disclaim -authority over his own brother-officers implied, legally speaking, that -he regarded the conditions of imprisonment as too monstrous to be -covered by the accepted rules of the Hague Convention, and that in fact -he looked upon the Commandant not as his sentinel in an honourable -captivity under the rules of war, but as his gaoler in a common gaol, -where international conventions did not apply. Once this attitude was -taken up, the ordinary courtesies of military etiquette would have to be -abandoned, salutes not offered, passive resistance everywhere adopted. -Uniformity of conduct would be an absolute essential, and elaborate -precautions were taken to warn the camp by word of mouth—paper would -have been too dangerous—exactly what procedure was to be followed if the -order went forth that diplomatic relations had been broken off with the -Huns. - -The Adjutant’s position in those stormy days was an onerous one. It was -the essence of the whole British policy that the senior officer’s orders -should be carried out to the letter. Due allowance had also to be made -for the incalculable perversity of the “half per cent” to whom reference -has already been made. Both of these duties fell to the Adjutant of the -camp working through the Adjutants of the houses. Written instructions -were impossible on account of the risk. It was necessary to warn -personally every one of the 500 odd officers in the camp and to explain -when, and if necessary why, action was to be taken in accordance with -“scheme of resistance A or B.” - -No reply was received to the ultimatum, and it was decided therefore to -put into execution a general scheme of passive resistance. On the -morning after the expiry of the ultimatum the entire camp shuffled late -and listlessly on to 9 o’clock _appel_, wearing, for the most part, -cardigan jackets instead of tunics, and innocent of all headgear. When -the German officers appeared, no one saluted or paid the slightest -attention to them. Ulrich hesitated, grasped the situation, and went -straight back to the Kommandantur to report. He returned with a message -from the Commandant to the senior British officer that if he could -arrange for an orderly _appel_ in an hour’s time he (the Commandant) -would be glad to discuss matters and examine the list of grievances -submitted. - -So far, so good. The word was circulated for a perfect _appel_ at 10 -a.m. But at 10 o’clock, after the conclusion of an _appel_ which, for -correctness of dress and demeanour, would have satisfied the soul even -of the late lamented Lincke, Niemeyer strode on to the middle of the -parade ground and disillusioned us: - -“Well, yentlemen,” he bawled out, “You have broken the camp regulations, -so you must be punished. There will be no sport for three days.” - -The camp was too flabbergasted even to boo or groan. We had trusted him -and paid the obvious penalty. The whole incident was typically Prussian. - -Colonel Stokes Roberts did the only possible thing under the -circumstances and countered with an order for another passive resistance -_appel_ at 5 o’clock. Once again tunics and caps were discarded and the -long rows of ragamuffins stood listlessly awaiting the pleasure of their -gaolers to come and count them. There was likely to be trouble this -time, for the authorities would be forewarned, and it was noticed that -the guard were standing paraded in front of the Kommandantur. It was -just a question of how far our friend would dare to go. The action of -the British was seen from the Kommandantur and the German officers did -not even come on _appel_. An interpreter was sent out to order all -officers to go back to their houses. As we trailed off the parade ground -Niemeyer appeared at the head of about a dozen sentries with bayonets -fixed and roared to us to get into our houses “right away.” As there was -only one door in each house this was an impossible feat, and the -disreputable crowd merely grinned at the sheepish sentries and the -Commandant fulminating from one barrack to another. The British acted -creditably up to their allotted part of brainless, dejected criminals, -and there was no demonstration or provocative action as we gradually -melted away into our respective barracks. - -One officer, however, who had on board rather more than was good for -him, did his best to promote bloodshed. He dropped a large faggot from -an upper window in B Kaserne which missed Niemeyer by inches. Beside -himself with rage, the Commandant ordered the nearest sentry to fire, -indicating the only officer then within sight, a lame flying officer, as -the target. The man, who was really not to be blamed, fired up the -staircase up which the officer was making all haste to retreat, missed -him by a few inches, and splintered a window. Then the doors were closed -and we breathed again. - -The counter-charge of mutiny was brought by Niemeyer, when in company -with the Hanover staff captain he interviewed Colonel Stokes Roberts -that evening. The camp had publicly mutinied, and the mutiny would have -to be made the subject of a special report. The senior British officer -desired nothing better. A special report, he suggested, might eventually -result in bringing facts to light. He begged the Commandant’s permission -to forward two letters to the Dutch Legation at Berlin and to the -_Kriegsministerium_, which contained point-blank accusations of -misconduct against the Commandant. By German law Niemeyer was bound to -forward these letters, however much he disliked their matter. It did -not, however, at all follow that he would do so, and accordingly, to -prevent any possibility of miscarriage, duplicate letters were smuggled -out of the camp into the safe keeping of the love-sick typist with -injunctions to deliver the goods. The letter to the _Kriegsministerium_ -asked urgently for an inspection of the camp by a responsible superior -officer. - -So far the campaign had proceeded satisfactorily; the case sooner or -later would be put against Niemeyer without delicacy or reserve before -the supreme German military authority. Then the whole history of the -camp could be bluntly narrated, the damning Black Book hauled up from -its hiding-place in Room 24 of B house and presented for inspection and -comment. The cards were in our hands now, if we had the opportunity of -playing them. Only the tribunal must be reasonably impartial and -Niemeyer must not be suffered to interpret. Too many a good chance had -gone begging ere this in the camp’s history, simply because the -Commandant, in conducting an interview, had systematically interpreted -black as white and adroitly diverted the discussion from the subject of -himself. It had been an unfortunate coincidence that whenever a -representative from the _Kriegsministerium_ in Berlin had visited the -camp either he had been unable to speak English or the senior British -officer of the time had been unable to speak German. The Commandant, -with his fluent knowledge of English, had invariably provided the -convenient bridge and the interview had accordingly failed miserably in -its object. - -Until the visit from the _Kriegsministerium_, conditions remained much -as before, except that we gave orderly _appels_. Our policy was to lie -low and await whatever Daniel the _Kriegsministerium_ should deign to -send us. Niemeyer seemed determined to make what hay he could while the -sun shone. His way of doing so took the form of gross personal -discourtesy to the senior British officer. On the day after the letters -to the Dutch Legation and German War Office had been handed in, he -stalked on to _appel_, went up to Colonel Stokes Roberts, and asked him -in a menacing tone if he took full responsibility for all that had been -written in them. On an answer being given in the affirmative, he became -violently abusive and ordered the Colonel to produce another speaker in -his stead, as he would have no more to do with him. He then proceeded -publicly to insult Colonel Stokes Roberts in a manner absolutely -unprecedented. Colonel Roberts, after the first salute, had been -standing, as was customary, at ease in the orthodox manner. Niemeyer -suddenly bellowed to him to stand at attention. “I guess you’ll speak to -me at attention. Put your heels closer—CLOSER.” It was the very last -straw and made cheeks flame and ears tingle in the agony of furious -humiliation. - -Niemeyer persisted in his demand for another “speaker” to represent the -camp, only giving away his lamentable ignorance of our military customs -in even formulating the request. As a joke, the names of some of his -most avowed and outspoken enemies were submitted for his approval. -Prominent on this list was the name of Lieutenant Beyfus, a barrister of -repute, a prisoner of three years’ standing, and, on frequent occasions, -an able exponent to Niemeyer on the rights of the individual in -captivity. Niemeyer, whose sense of humour failed him in these days, -furiously repudiated such a preposterous nomination. - -“No, no,” he fumed; “I will not have ze Beyfus; get me another.” - -We were paying for the tunnel; but every day that passed now without -someone being brought back increased our hopes that it had not been dug -in vain. Colonel Rathborne was by now certainly over. “Munshi” Gray, -Bousfield, three others of the working-party, and four not of the -working-party were still abroad; and it was a fortnight since the night -of the escape. Further, the opening of the big allied offensive on -August 8th put new heart into us. The first day’s advance showed a great -slice on our well-conned maps that looked indeed like the moving warfare -for which we had, in our own far-off day, so often made preparation in -vain. Also we heard on reliable authority that a Bavarian regiment -moving from the Bulgarian to the Western Front had mutinied at some -place quite near; and such of the more Left of the German papers as we -were permitted to read were full of their proposed campaign for the -autumn session of the Reichstag. It was a more healthy atmosphere -altogether than in the terrible days of March only four and a half -months ago. - -Any suspected officers in either Kaserne received short shrift in these -days, and were bundled unceremoniously from their rooms into safer -quarters on the ground floor of A Kaserne, where the lower windows were -never open and the flies and staleness of the atmosphere were -correspondingly oppressive. Billets in this way were found for any -officers who had been known to have escaped before and who were referred -to feelingly by Niemeyer as “the yentlemen.” These particular rooms used -to be visited two or three times in a night by a Feldwebel with an -electric torch, which he used to flash on the occupant of each bed in -turn, thereby effectually waking everybody up. Here lay the -afore-mentioned and eloquent Beyfus, whose recent arrival had prevented -his obtaining a place in the tunnel scheme, but whose record made him a -marked man with the authorities. Here I myself lay, after yet another -enforced migration from the attic floor in A house, and in accordance—so -lied the official intimation—with orders from Hanover. And here also lay -Leefe Robinson, V.C., whose gallant spirit Niemeyer, with subtle -cruelty, had endeavoured for months past to break. That Robinson’s -untimely death on his return from captivity was assisted indirectly by -the treatment which he received at the hands of Niemeyer no one will -deny who was in a position to witness that treatment. - -The handling to which Leefe Robinson was subjected was so outrageous -that it was communicated to the home authorities in a concealed report -(in the hollow of a tennis racket handle) _viâ_ an exchange party. -Robinson had come from Freiburg in Baden, where he had made an attempt -with several others to escape. “The English Richthofen”—as Niemeyer, -with coarse urbanity, called him to his face—was at once singled out as -the victim of a malevolent scheme of repression. He was placed in the -most uncomfortable room in the camp, whereas his rank entitled him to -the privileges of a small room; he was caused to answer to a special -_appel_ two or three times in a day; and he was forbidden under any -pretext to enter Kaserne B. On the occasion of a visit from some -Inspecting General, and on the pretext of all the rooms having to be -cleaned up and ready for inspection by 9 o’clock _appel_, Robinson’s -room was entered by a Feldwebel and sentries at 7.45 a.m., and Robinson -himself was forcibly pulled out of bed and the table next to the bed -upset on the floor. Two hours later Niemeyer was introducing “the -English Richthofen” to the august visitor with a profusion of oleaginous -compliments, and four hours later Robinson was in the cells for having -disobeyed camp orders. Truly most damnable and cowardly persecution. - -Notwithstanding all this, the Chamber of Horrors (as the room devoted to -the criminals used popularly to be known) was the scene of many a -humorous incident. Restricted space caused the bed of the eloquent -Beyfus to be very near the door. On the flooring just inside the door -lay the mat upon which Beyfus used to stand to undress. Whenever the -Germans came into the room Beyfus always contrived that the door should -impinge upon some part of his person and seized the occasion to call -every German within hail—the Commandant, of course, for choice—to -witness the unprovoked attack upon his blushing modesty. Great effect -was added when the harangue was delivered in the passage and only in -shirt and slippers. - -The Spanish “flu,” which descended in those days in an all embracing -form on the camp, brought some compensating humour. In the first place, -Niemeyer got it at once and was reported, quite incorrectly, to be -dying. The wish, both amongst Germans and British, was doubtless father -to this rumour. Then all the orderlies got it at the same time and the -officers swept and garnished for themselves. And finally, when the -disease had filtered through from the orderlies and taken fair hold of -the officers, every room in both barracks was filled with the groans of -those who thought they were about to die. As a matter of fact not more -than a dozen were at all seriously ill, and these recovered quite -rapidly. - -The long expected visit from the _Kriegsministerium_ representative -synchronised with the tail end of the outbreak and came at precisely the -wrong moment. - -In the first place, I was sick. It should have been my business to warn -the senior British officer of the visit, and arrange for an English -officer to interpret his remarks at the interview. Unfortunately, and -through nobody’s fault, nothing of this sort was done. Colonel Stokes -Roberts was sent for at a moment’s notice and had his hand forced. -Niemeyer once again acted as interpreter, the blinkers were kept on -throughout, and the visitor went away satisfied that the complaints made -by the British had been grossly exaggerated, that Niemeyer, in spite of -his reputation, was, after all, a very pleasant fellow, and that there -was nothing to report on unfavourably in the conduct of the camp. - -Thus the rebellion at Holzminden petered unsatisfactorily out; it had -been no one’s fault that the chance had come and gone untaken. But it -was evident that it would not come again, and that the last final effort -to remove Niemeyer had been as fruitless as the first. On the other -side, the charge of general mutiny was not pressed, and legal -proceedings were reserved only for those implicated in the tunnel. -Gradually the sombre camp resumed its normal working. A new Adjutant -succeeded to office, and I, together with other suspected criminals, was -transported to a camp of more fancied security. Under the new Adjutant -some form of co-operation in the general interests with the German -authorities became once more possible. - -His predecessor, bundled out of the camp with two other officers at two -hours’ notice, had the pleasure, before leaving, of firing one Parthian -shot at the Commandant. The evening before, an unsigned postcard had -been received from the Hague. It ran simply—“Cheeroh old bean,” and was -addressed to Colonel Rathborne’s late mess-mate. We communicated the -substance of this postcard to Niemeyer, and it was some consolation, -before we shook the dust of Holzminden off our feet for ever, to see the -confession of defeat written plainly in his face. Once again—and for the -first time since the original discovery of the escape—speech fairly -failed him. - - * * * * * - -Events, however, were moving too rapidly now for it to be a matter of -great consequence to Niemeyer even that he should have let a full-blown -Lieutenant-Colonel slip through his fingers. His own hour was near to -striking. As the British advance in September continued without respite -and the inevitable end came ever nearer, so this disreputable old man -changed his tactics accordingly. He very rarely came within the -precincts of the camp; but he saw the Adjutant almost daily, and at -every interview some concession or other long striven for was now -readily given. He even began to prepare the ground for a _volte-face_ in -his Prussian creed and politics. The picture of the Kaiser vanished from -the wall of his sanctum. He became the strangest and most undignified -contrast to the swaggering bully who had ruled this roost so long. And -finally when, on the conclusion of hostilities, the _Arbeiter und -Soldaten Rat_ took over the military direction of affairs in the town, -he was suffered to disappear unmolested and cover his tracks as best he -might. It is not known what has happened to him; by some he is stated to -be in arrest at Hanover, by others to have removed himself and his -ill-gotten gains to a neutral country. It is quite probable that we -shall never hear of him again, for he had no murders to his charge and -may not be included by the Supreme Council in the punishable class[12]. -But it is certain that he will never again walk up Bond Street or show -his face in Milwaukee. He must rest on his laurels and be content with -his European reputation. - - -[Footnote 12: Both the Niemeyers were on the Black List.] - - - * * * * * - -To give some idea of the actual difficulties of the final exit and -escape, it may be well to include the following graphic account from the -first man through: - -“The kits of the first (working) party were got down in the daytime. I -had been chosen to cut out, and as soon as the ten o’clock roll-call was -over in the rooms, L., C., and I (we were going to ‘travel’ together) -went off through the swing doors, the hole into the eaves, the -orderlies’ quarters, and so into the tunnel. - -“I left my room at about 10.15 p.m., and in ten minutes I was worming my -way along the hole for the last time, noting all the old familiar ups -and downs and bends, bumping my head against the same old stones, and -feeling the weight of responsibility rather much. I am not ashamed to -say that I did a bit of praying on the way along. When I got to the end, -into the small pit which we had dug to drop the earth of the roof into, -I put my kit on one side and got to work with a large bread knife. It -was of course pitch dark. I was kneeling in the pit, digging vertically -up. The earth fell into my hair, eyes, and ears, and down my neck. I -didn’t notice it much then, but found afterwards that my shirt and vest -were completely brown. By about 11 p.m. I had a hole through to the air -about 6 inches in diameter. It was raining, but the arc lamps made it -look very light outside. I found, to my delight, that we had estimated -right and that I had come up just beyond a row of beans which would thus -hide my exit, with any luck, from the sentry. By 11.40 the way was open, -and I pushed my kit through and crawled out. The sentry nearest us had a -cough, which enabled me to locate him, but as he was in the shadow of -the wall and not in the light of the electric lamps I could not see him. -This made it a bit more uncomfortable, as I didn’t know but that he was -staring straight at me. I crawled to the edge of the rye-field and -looked at my watch. It was 11.45 p.m. Just at that moment the rain -stopped, a bright full moon shone out and an absolute stillness reigned. -The rye was very ripe and crackled badly, and so, after a whispered -consultation with L., I decided to crawl in a southerly direction down -the edge of the rye-field, keeping under cover of the gardens. - -“If there had only been the three of us to escape we could have barged -straight through the rye, but we had to think of the hordes behind us, -and could not afford to take risks. - -“We reached the end of the cover afforded by the gardens and were -debating what to do, when luckily the rain started again, and we crawled -through the rye, the noise of the rain pattering on the rye being -sufficient to drown that made by our progress. - -“When through the rye, we stopped to put on our rücksacks, and then made -for the river Weser which we had to cross. Close to the river bank we -found four or five large hurdles. Piling these one on top of the other, -we made a raft, on which we ferried across first our kits and then our -clothes. The water was warm, but the wind cold. We dressed and started -again. It was by this time about 2 a.m. C. thought he heard a shot, and -we were afraid that the Boche had spotted someone getting out. - -“As we rounded the spur of a hill, and the lights of the _Lager_, which -looked so pretty from outside, were shut from our view, we said good-bye -to Holzminden _Kriegsgefangenenlager_—a good-bye which unhappily turned -out for us three to be only ‘au revoir.’” - - * * * * * - -In all ten escaped. Rathborne, as stated, was over in three days, and -was able to report in person on the state of affairs in one camp in the -Xth Army Corps in which he had held a responsible position. Gray, Bain, -Kennard, Bennett, and Bousfield among the working-party, Purves, Tullis, -Campbell Martin, and Leggatt amongst the others, followed in the course -of a fortnight. Most of them had had some near shaves and were “all in” -on arrival. Bousfield—an old Cambridge 3-miler—had on one occasion to -out-distance his pursuers by running for it. - -Those who had been recaptured were kept in cells until early in -September without trial, although repeated protests were made to the -Commandant and higher authority. They were then released to await -court-martial. The accused being many and rolling-stock being valuable, -the Court came to Holzminden to judge them. On the morning of the trial -a lawyer came to represent the prisoners, and a representative of the -Netherlands minister at Berlin also came to act in their interests. All -the prisoners were tried together and were sentenced to six months’ -imprisonment on a combined charge of mutiny and damage to property, the -punishment to be carried out in a fortress. As it happened, and although -the trial took place so early as 27th September, this sentence was never -carried out. Whether this was due to the military situation or to some -other cause is not known. The signing of the Armistice removed finally -all possibility of the imprisonment ever being carried into effect. - -[Illustration: - - Group of recaptured officers in a room at Holzminden. -] - -It was unfortunate that while the Holzminden tunnel was under -construction another tunnel was in progress at Clausthal, where the twin -brother Niemeyer was Commandant. It is now known that the tunnel there -would have been completed in about a week from the date on which the -Holzminden escape took place. The “Poldhu” had been busy between the -camps, but, no exact synchronisation being possible, it remained simply -to go full steam ahead in each camp and trust to luck. As was -anticipated, the Holzminden escape led to a very serious search at -Clausthal, and the tunnel was discovered just as it was approaching -completion. The tunnel of Holzminden was, however, so much the bigger -affair that there was a rough justice in this award of Fortune. - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - - - - CHAPTER XI - - MAKING GOOD - - -The officers’ Lager at Stralsund lay on an island, or rather on a twin -pair of islands, called Greater and Smaller Danholm, separated from the -mainland by a narrow strip of water over which a permanent ferry plies -to and fro. On the further side of these islands and separated from them -again by a wider channel, perhaps two-thirds of the width of the Solent -at its narrowest point, lay the pleasant shores of Rügen. The blue sea -and the wooded slopes of this fair island recalled to the home-sick -prisoner the beauties of her smaller sister of the Wight. - -Hither in the summer of 1918 came 500 odd hungry British officers, the -unwilling guests of his then Imperial Majesty Wilhelm II. They were a -not inconsiderable part of the many taken in the three gigantic German -offensives between March 21st and May 27th. They came in big batches -from the sorting-out camps of Rastatt and Karlsruhe—the former place a -memory that will endure for their lives with those who were there—or in -little driblets from the hospitals whence they had been discharged. - -Hither came also in September 200 officers from Aachen -(Aix-la-Chapelle), the last of their illusions gone. They had been sent -from various camps to that place, the stepping-stone for internment and -happier things. They had stayed there two months. Their parcels, which -should have been forwarded to them, went persistently “west.” In many -cases even their luggage had gone to Holland. They had been taken for -walks and had viewed the promised land. And now, at the eleventh hour, -the congestion of sick at Aachen had necessitated their removal and they -had been side-tracked to the Baltic—to wait and wait, and begin the -dreary round again. They moved our sympathy. They had had two and a half -years of it, and now they had as little to eat as, and not much more to -wear than, the new arrivals. But one of them had a typewriter. - -And hither came also a little party of three from Holzminden Camp in -Brunswick, transferred, as I have previously explained, as suspected -persons to a camp of really reliable security. Major Gilbert, Lieutenant -Ortweiler, and myself had been told one morning that we had an hour and -a half in which to pack. We packed and went. Stralsund was like a rest -cure. - -It is indeed a pleasant spot. A channel, narrow at the entrances, -broadening to ninety yards in the middle, divides the islands. Standing -on the bridge which spans the channel at its narrowest, one looks west -to Stralsund town. Whether with the setting sun behind it or with the -morning sun full on it, it is beautiful. Venice viewed from the sea -could hardly be prettier. The dome of the Marianne Kirche dominates the -town, and the bat-coloured sails of the fishing vessels could be just -seen, with an occasional motor-boat, moving in the blue Sound. In -Greater Danholm the chestnuts are magnificent. There is one avenue of -trees which meet each other overhead as in a cathedral nave. And there -was one little segregated, fenced-off spot which for no particular -reason we called King Henry VIIIth’s Garden—the name seemed to suit. One -could take half an hour walking round the camp. - -But it is not my intention by painting too glowing a picture to alienate -my reader’s sympathy. The place was good, but German. The buildings were -good, but had held Russians. The air was good, but there were smells. We -had been long-time prisoners—veterans, we considered ourselves, in this -horde of “eighteeners.” And it would be cold, very cold in winter. - -We had a fortnight’s holiday, revelling in the unexpected beauty, the -much less uncomfortable beds with their extra sheet, the open-air sea -bath in the mornings, the freedom and scope of movement, the almost -latent wire, the inoffensiveness of the German personnel, the -unobtrusiveness of the Commandant, the beer (liquorice, but still beer -of a sort), the exchange of news with the new prisoners and the picking -up of old threads, the sight of the sea from our landing window, the -games on real grass.... - -And then, in quite a different sense, we began looking round. - -We learned that the authorities were quietly and politely confident that -the place was escape-proof. They expected attempts. Oh! yes. “We know it -is your duty. We should do it ourselves.” And conventionalities of the -sort that are common when German officers of a decent type—and there -were such on this island—find themselves in conversation with -Englishmen. “But it cannot be done—no one has ever escaped from here. -True, it might be easy to cut the wire and get on to the main part of -the island, but we have our dogs. If you swim to the mainland you will -be recognised and brought back. Even if you get across to Rügen you have -to get off it and you would be missed. We have our seaplane to scour the -sea. The ferry is guarded....” and so on. - -Subsequent events appeared to justify this view. Attempts were made, and -failed in quick succession. In each case the objective was the same, -though aimed at by different methods—the open sea and the Danish island -of Bornholm or Danish territory elsewhere. Two officers, yachtsmen born, -cut the wire one night, swam out towards Rügen, boarded an empty fishing -vessel about 200 yards out and got clean away. They stranded off the -north-west corner of Rügen and were recaptured. Three others -commandeered a boat which had been left unpadlocked in the channel, -rowed to the mainland, and separated. Two were recaptured immediately, -the third was at large some days and was eventually arrested some way -down the coast. I did not learn his story. Another party of three -attempted to paddle over to Rügen on a cattle trough. They selected a -stormy night, were upset fifty yards out of the channel, and got back, -unobserved, with difficulty, and, as one of them could not swim, rather -luckily. - -So far as the German precautions went, the net upshot of these attempts -was that stringent orders were issued about leaving boats in the channel -or on the shores of the island unpadlocked. For the rest, the Commandant -was satisfied with his second line of defence, the water, which was -moreover (it was now mid-September) growing daily colder and more -unattractive. - -Such was the position when the Holzminden trio began to put their heads -together. I do not think any of us seriously entertained the idea of an -escape by water. We were all hopeless landsmen, and Gilbert at any rate -could not swim. A “stunt” by sea necessitated a combination of luck, -pluck, opportunism, and, above all, watermanship. Our armament, such as -it was, was of a different kind. We all knew German, Gilbert and I -indifferently, Ortweiler fluently. We had the wherewithal to bribe. We -could lay our hands on a typewriter. We knew the ropes of a land journey -by railway. G. and O. had both been “out,” the latter more than once; -and I had heard these things much discussed. Moreover, Gilbert, being a -Major, had secured a small room which he invited me to share, and -Ortweiler was a member of our mess. In a deep-laid scheme privacy is -almost an essential. Greatest asset of all, the Germans were not -suspicious and they left us alone. - -Our idea, very much in the rough, crystallised as follows: together or -separately—as events might dictate—to bluff the sentry at the main gate, -and at the ferry; to get on to the mainland and there travel by train to -the Holland frontier; and to have our preparations so thoroughly made -that, on paper at least, our plan was bound to be successful. - -Our first idea was to co-opt three or four others and go out as a party -of orderlies with one of us disguised as a German sentry in charge. -Individual officers had on several occasions already been into the town -with a party of orderlies on some “fatigue” or other in order to have a -look round. Our idea was to concoct some imaginary fatigue which would -take us not only into the town but out of it, where we should have an -opportunity of assuming our real disguise and separating on our -respective routes. We got so far as to fashion out our bogus rifle in -the rough, but before very long we discarded the whole idea for various -reasons. The rifle would be too difficult to imitate to pass in broad -daylight. We could not be certain of securing the uniform of our sentry; -all the sentries on duty in the camp were likely to be personally known -to one another. Difficulties of taking our disguise with us, -difficulties of hitting on the right sort of “fatigue” to disarm -suspicion ... the “cons” had it emphatically. - -[Illustration: - - Facsimile of the original permit-card copied by Lockhead. -] - -Moreover, in the interval the looked-for “key” had presented itself. -Gilbert had succeeded in removing a workman’s “permit” from his coat -pocket while he was working in the camp. This “permit” entitled the -civilian in question to visit the camp and its environs between given -dates, name and business being duly stated, and the permit signed by the -Camp Commandant. Printed in German print on a plain white card, it -appeared not impossible of exact imitation. Our hopes were more than -fulfilled. Lieut. Lockhead, one of the party weather-bound en route for -a neutral country, had, we knew, performed yeoman service in this line -when at Holzminden. We showed him the card. Within two days he had -accomplished an exact replica, including the signature, so good as to be -undistinguishable from the original. Our hopes rose. It remained to -complete the remainder of our essential equipment—civilian clothes, -German money, forged passports, maps, and compasses. With the two former -I was entirely unprovided. One passport, forged on an old model, was in -Gilbert’s possession, but we doubted its efficacy in northern Germany. -The two latter articles I was content to leave to the last moment, when -I should have definitely decided on my route. One had the feeling that -it was absurd to spend hours on acquiring articles necessary only for -the last lap, when one might be stopped at the gate—a curiously -illogical reasoning, as these things, or at least one of them, are -indispensable for even a short journey across country ... but there it -was. - -It was at this point that the event occurred which led me definitely to -abandon my Holland scheme and decide for the Danish border. A German -private soldier came into our room one day to do some work. He was in -uniform but was on leave in Stralsund, which was his home, and in the -then prevailing shortage of labour he was lending a hand to his -erstwhile master. - -No “escaper” ever omits a chance—provided he can speak German at all—of -profiting by a conversation with someone from outside the camp. Indeed, -this was so well known to the authorities that in most camps anybody -coming in from outside was escorted by a sentry and not left alone -during the period of his stay in the camp. Stralsund was an exception, -possibly because the English had been there so short a time, possibly -because of the Commandant’s complacent idea as to its security. Be that -as it may, I had this fellow fairly quickly sized up. It turned out his -job was doing sentry on the Denmark border. - -“Is it dull there?” - -“Frightfully.” - -“Do many get over up there?” - -“Oh yes.” - -“What? Prisoners?” - -“A few, but smugglers and deserters mostly. We pretend not to see them.” - -Here was an eye-opener! I threw caution to the winds and found that I -had not mistaken my man. He was a genial rascal, venal and disloyal to -the core. Before he had been in that room half an hour he had committed -himself far too deeply in the eyes of the German law for me to have any -fear that he would turn round and blow the gaff on _us_. He told us -(Gilbert had come in by that time) of a slackly guarded frontier, with -wire so low that you could walk over it; of the exact route from -Stralsund to the last station outside the _Grenz-Gebiet_ (border -territory); of the innocuous passage of an ordinary _Personal-Zug_ (slow -train) without the complications of passport-checking or examination -over the dreaded Kiel Canal. He came in next day with some civilian -collars and ties and an inadequate railway map, and on each day he went -out the heavier by sundry woollen and flannel clothes, cigarettes, soap, -chocolate, and cheese. He gave me in return about 30 marks in German -money. He had promised to do even more, but he made some excuse that his -leave was up and we saw him no more. Probably he funked it. Viewed as a -commercial deal, the balance was in his favour; but he had given us -information that was beyond rubies. Our hopes rose higher, and by this -time Gilbert and I were more or less definitely committed to the Denmark -scheme. - -We had not long to wait for an opportunity of seeing how our passports -should read. I will say no more. Even at this distance of time, -immeasurably magnified by the intervening events, there still may lurk -the long arm in German law, and we need not doubt that there are still -too many souls in Germany attracted by the thought: _Wie soll ich -Detective werden?_ (How shall I become a detective?) to make it -altogether safe for those concerned if I were to be more explicit in -print. Suffice it to say that our tools were of tender years, cheaply -bought, and therefore on both accounts the less deserving of -retribution[13]. I had sold my field service ration boots for 45 marks, -through the agency of Ortweiler. I had therefore collected about 75 -marks, and this was, of course, ample for my requirements. I was all the -time anxiously on the look-out for civilian clothes. I had got a pair of -old blue trousers from Captain Clarke of the Merchant Marine. I had an -old pair of ration “Tommy” boots which on comparison with the home-grown -article might just “do.” I had shirt, collar, and tie. I wanted hat, -coat, and, in view of the lateness of the season, some sort of overcoat. - - -[Footnote 13: This chapter was written over a year ago and times have -changed. We borrowed the passport off a glazier’s boy who used to come -into the camp. And we sold our boots to one of the camp canteen -officials who was distinctly venal.] - - -By great good luck the hat, or, as it happened, cap, materialised. A new -naval suit with cap had arrived for a merchant skipper who had gone to -Aachen for a medical board with the hope of exchange. As soon as we had -heard he had been passed and gone over the border, G. and I promptly -closed for the suit, of which we had secured the refusal, with his -_chargé d’affaires_. Shorn of its buttons the suit made a smart civilian -costume for Gilbert, and shorn of its badge the cap became merely of the -naval type of headgear so common amongst German boys or men of the -working-class. I had always decided I would shape my rôle according to -the clothes which I could find, and I now decided that I should travel -4th class, as some sort of mechanic. For a coat I had to fall back upon -a brand new English coat sent out from home and confiscated by and -restolen from the Germans. I made it as shabby as I could in the short -time at my disposal but even so it was far too smart to pass for my -class of “character” except at night. I therefore decided that if -travelling by day I would wear over my coat a very old dark blue naval -raincoat which had been given me. I was thus equipped. I might possibly -have done better if I had waited, but the completion of my arrangements -had to synchronise, as far as possible, with that of the others. I had -also been able to copy a fairly good map of northern Schleswig, showing -roads and railways, and, by great good luck and at the eleventh hour, I -secured what I believe was the last compass but one in the whole camp. -The shortage of these articles seemed extraordinary, when one reflected -on the abundance of them in most of the old camps of longer standing. To -the donor on this occasion I am eternally indebted, as I could not have -managed very well without it. - -From one of the camp personnel I had elucidated the fact that the -Hamburg train went at 6.40 in the morning. From another source we heard -there was also a train at 6.43 in the evening. - -Gilbert meanwhile had been busy with the typewriter which he had secured -with great forethought from its owner in the Aachen party. The -“_Ausweis_” forms were completed, each according to our own particular -specifications. - -Mine ran as follows: - - _Personal-Ausweis_ ⎫ - _für_ ⎪ - _Karl Stein_ ⎬ on the outside, - _aus_ ⎪ - _Stralsund_ ⎭ - -and on the inside: on the left-hand side, my photograph—(I had been -photographed in this very camp by the Germans and I had been wearing at -the time an old Indian volunteer tunic which in the photograph looked -much like a German tunic. This was pure chance and very lucky). - -On the right side, my particulars: - - Karl Stein. - - _Date of Birth_: 4/6/1880. - _Place of birth_: Stralsund. - _State belonging to_: Prussian. _Height_: 1.60 metres. - _Chin_: Ordinary. _Eyes_: Brown. - _Mouth_: Ordinary. _Hair_: Brown. - _Nose_: Large. _Beard_: Moustache. - _Particular marks_: None. - - _Authentic Signature_: Karl Stein. - (A very lame and halting hand this!) - - “Herewith certified that the owner of the pass has subscribed - his name with his own hand.” - - (_Signed_) Lieutenant of Police, Stralsund. - -The stamps affixed to the passport—two on the photograph, one on the -right-hand side—were an amazingly clever imitation by Lockhead (the -friend who had already helped us with the forging of the permit-cards). -He did these stamps by hand through some purple carbon paper that I -still had with me from an old army message-form book, and to be believed -they should be seen in the original. - - 1314. - - PERSONAL-AUSWEIS - - für - - Karl Stein - aus / Stralsund - -[Illustration] - - Vor- und Zunamen: Karl Stein - - Geburtstag: 4. Juni 1880 - - Geburtsort: Stralsund - - Staatsangehörigkeit: Preussen - - Grösse: 1,60. Mund: gewöhnlich - - Gestalt: untersetzt Augen: braun - - Kinn: gewöhnlich Bart: Schnurrbart - - Nase: groß Haare: braun - - Besondere Kennzeichen:— - - Karl Stein - (Eigenhändige Unterschrift.) - -Es wird hiermit bescheinigt, dass der Passinhaber vorstehende -Unterschrift eigenhändig vollzogen hat. - - STRALSUND, den 1. Mai 1918 - DIE POLIZEI-SEKRETARIAT. - I.A. - - Kozmin - -G. took infinite trouble with the filling up of these passports. He had -acquired a good flowing German hand and he filled the particulars in -himself, with a flourish for the signature of the Police _Leutnant_ at -the bottom. He also filled in the permit-cards. We had each two -passports, one made out as from Stralsund, and the other as from -Schleswig. We should naturally show the Stralsund one in the Schleswig -territory and _vice versâ_. - -We were now ready, or as ready as anyone is until the actual time comes -to go, when there are always a thousand and one things to be thought of. - - * * * * * - -It was arranged amongst ourselves that Ortweiler should have the first -shot, as he stood easily the best chance of effecting escape. -Accordingly, on Monday the 14th October he made his exit. He was well -made up with a false moustache stuck on with some very diluted form of -spirit gum, and fiercely curved at the tips. It was only tow, but it -served its purpose in the dark. Our duty was to patrol the avenue -leading to the main gate between 5 and 6.30 p.m., to mark down what -dangerous Germans had left the camp, and to stop O. if anyone who was -likely to suspect him hove in sight. - -I should mention here that from the barrack selected as dressing room to -the main gate is about 200 yards. From the main gate on to the ferry is -another 350 yards. After dark at this time of year various Germans -living in the town were likely to be leaving the island for the night, -and the ferry was thus constantly on the move. Our object was primarily -to avoid the more dangerous Germans, e.g. an officer or the Interpreter, -who knew us all well by sight. - -All went well. I gave the signal “all clear” at about 6.30 and G. and I -piloted Ortweiler out, slowing down as he passed us 40 yards from the -main gate. We saw him take out his card and hand it to the sentry, who -then let him through the postern. It had worked! We breathed a sigh of -relief. Just as we were going back, we met the Interpreter homeward -bound for the ferry. He was too close behind O. to be exactly safe, so I -engaged him in conversation. He was in a hurry and I could only think of -something rather fatuous to say, but I held him up a minute or two and -that may have caused him to miss Ortweiler’s particular boat[14]. - - -[Footnote 14: I have since heard that they went over the ferry -together.] - - -We “cooked” Ortweiler’s _appel_ at 8 p.m.—this is a familiar device for -concealing escape. The result was that the barrack Feldwebel did not -report his absence till next day at 9 a.m. roll-call. He had thus twelve -hours’ clear start, by which time he was most of the way to Berlin. We -thought him almost a certainty to get over with his fluent knowledge of -German, and he did, in point of fact, escape into Holland, _viâ_ Berlin, -Frankfort, and Crefeld, after a night’s thrilling experience on the -actual border which would be a story in itself. - -G. and I were naturally elated, the more so as from enquiries it -transpired that the authorities had absolutely no suspicion of how O. -had got out. Owing to repeated wire-cutting and escapes into the island, -the guard had been increased and placed outside the wire. No one had -passed the sentries who had not the proper credentials. Of that they -were quite convinced. It was believed that he was still hiding in the -camp. We hugged ourselves. - -Friday of that week, the 18th, the day selected as “_der Tag_,” was an -unforgettable one. Our kit had to be packed and labelled; final -arrangements made about feeding in the event of recapture; compromising -documents of any sort had to be destroyed; at the last moment I realised -that I had no braces, no German cigarettes, and no matches. To crown all -there was a barrack hockey match which we could not very well avoid. - -During the day it so happened that we were twice invaded by Feldwebels. -On the first occasion the door was locked and we had to throw a map into -the corner and then open the door, an action which would in itself have -been of damning suspicion in most camps. On the second, the Feldwebel -found G. cutting sandwiches of German _Kriegs Brot_ (war bread). G. had -to explain that it was a new attempt to make _Kriegs Brot_ palatable, -and invited the Feldwebel to come and see the result at dinner time. -Doubtless he came, but there were no sandwiches and no us. At 4 p.m. we -had our high tea—four Copenhagen eggs each and tea and jam. At 5 p.m. -the roll was called, and immediately after it we started transferring -our disguise under cover of the growing darkness to the barrack from -which we were going to make our final exit. - -It had been arranged after some discussion that Gilbert should leave not -before dark, and not later than 6, and that I should give him ten -minutes clear before leaving. This would give me little time to catch -the 6.42 train to Hamburg if I was at all held up (a forecast which was -verified by events); but there was no help for it. It was necessary that -Gilbert’s disguise should be assisted to the full by darkness. - -We had let a few friends into the secret and these were cruising about -like destroyers up and down the avenue, reporting the departure of -dangerous Germans. Gilbert did not eventually get off much before 6, and -it seemed a long time before the leader of the convoy reported that G. -was safely through the gate. I gave him ten minutes, conscious mainly of -the fact that I had forgotten any German I had ever learnt, and then -stepped forth. - -I was Karl Stein, firm of Karl Stein & Co., Furniture Dealers, -Langestrasse, Stralsund; I had been into the Kommandantur to arrange -about a new contract for officers’ cupboards. I knew the shop because I -had seen it the day before when I went to the town hospital under escort -with a party of officers for massage. I needed no massage, of course, -but had only done this to acquaint myself with the geography of the -town. - -With a blank stare I passed several brother-officers walking up and down -the avenue and reached the gate. My great moment had come, but the -sentry simply looked at my card carefully, said _schön_, and handed it -back. I walked very fast down to the ferry. There was no boat on my side -and I saw I should have to wait some minutes. The sentry at the ferry -examined my card and handed it back. How should I avoid the two Germans -who were already there on the jetty waiting for the boat? I decided to -have a violent fit of coughing. - -I must here mention that my knowledge of German, acquired during -captivity, was not such as would enable me to support a -cross-examination of more than a minute or two. I had, however, -practised the “pure” German accent with assiduity. In point of fact I -hardly spoke a hundred words on the journey, and some of these were not -absolutely necessary. - -At last the ferry boat came over, empty. I got in and sat in the bows. -There was an English orderly working the bow oar—I had seen him the -previous day. I kicked him, and he realised what I was and shielded me -as much as he could from the other occupants of the boat, which was now -gradually filling. It was a long five minutes and I continued my violent -fit of coughing, leaning over the side as if in a paroxysm. There were -two Germans in the bows and one of them touched me on the shoulder and -suggested that I should trim the boat by sitting in the middle. I -complied meekly, feeling really very wretched indeed. - -At the last I thought I was really done for. The German adjutant got -into the boat. He didn’t know me by sight, but I thought it was more -than likely that he would suspect me. Mercifully he began to talk to -some lady typists from the camp who had just preceded him. - -We shoved off eventually, almost full. I continued coughing till we got -across. When the boat discharged I went ashore almost last. I gave them -a wide berth in front, and as soon as I was clear made off at my best -pace for the station. Now I was Karl Stein of Schleswig, carpenter, -ex-army man, and recalled for civilian employment, catching the train -for his native country. I tore up my “permit” and dropped it in the -road—one month off my sentence anyway. - -As I expected, I just missed my train. I had no watch, but the clock on -the Marianne Kirche showed me I should be late. I reached the station -about 6.50; it was rather full of people. I wondered if Gilbert was away -in that train ... and then, vaguely, what the chances were of my being -nabbed before the next went—this, I noted, was at 6.40 the next morning -(Saturday). I think if there had been any outgoing trains that night I -should have taken them, even though they led me east instead of west. -But as it happened there were none. I went into the men’s lavatory in -the station, shut myself in a closet and reflected. I thought at that -time to my horror that I had forgotten my matches, so I denied myself a -smoke—my matches turned up later and I needed what few there were. I -solaced myself with a slab of chocolate. - -The position was not encouraging. Our information about trains was -correct. Our friends would not be able to camouflage our absence, which -would certainly be discovered by 8 p.m., reported by 9 p.m. It was more -than likely that they would telephone to the station. I determined not -to be in the station at all between 9 and 12. If I was arrested next -morning, I was. In the meantime it was good to be free. - -It was a beautiful October night in Stralsund. I braced myself up and -begged a light for a cigarette from a youngster at a street corner, and -then strolled along the streets that led from the station to the Kirche. -I knew these now quite well enough not to get lost. I sat on a bench and -looked across the moonlit water, which near the station runs right in in -a broad and lovely sweep. I lit a pipe from my German cigarette and -smoked comfortably. Should I get off next morning?... - -I was cooling down now, and wandered down past the Marianne Kirche to a -cinema in the Langestrasse. A boy there told me the booking office was -shut. I wandered round and round till one o’clock. I sat for a long time -on my old bench overlooking the water; at another place I entered a -private garden and sheltered for an hour under a wall right on the -water’s edge. It was blowing fairly fresh. - -About one o’clock I returned to the station and entered the waiting -room, full of recumbent figures, mostly soldiers and sailors. I got hold -of two chairs and tried to sleep. There was a sailor on the other side -of the table. - -At 4 o’clock I got up and had a cup of coffee. The waiting room was now -fairly full of people, most of them presumably going by my train. - -I had by now a two days’ growth of beard and my moustache was fairly -long and well down over the corners of my mouth. Moreover, I had had a -fairly sleepless night. - -In my pockets I carried three large sandwiches of German bread with -English potted meat inside, about twenty slabs of Caley’s marching -chocolate, a box of Horlick’s milk tablets, a spare pair of socks, some -rag and vaseline, my pipe and tobacco, English and German cigarettes, my -compass, money, and papers. I had an old German novel in my hands which -I pretended to read with great assiduity. Half an hour before the train -was due to start, I went to the booking office. I was surprised to hear -my own voice. “Fourth to Hamburg, please.” I had no idea what it cost, -so I tendered a 20-mark note. The ticket cost only seven marks! I went -back to the waiting room, and a few minutes later faced the barrier. No -questions, no suspicion. I breathed again and wondered what that -Commandant had done. Wired to Rostock perhaps.... - -My carriage was not over-full at the start—four or five women and two -elderly men. I had no trouble with them. Their conversation began and -maintained itself exclusively about food, but they were cheerful enough. - -Before Rostock the carriage had filled up and I with British politeness -was strap-hanging. An old woman began asking me to shift her _Korb_ -(basket). I could not exactly understand what she wanted and must have -looked rather foolish. However, I did the right thing eventually. - -We changed at Rostock. I was half expecting trouble but nothing -happened. A porter told me the platform for the Hamburg train. I got -this stereotyped question fairly pat. - -To Hamburg the train was overflowing; we were over 40 in a tiny -compartment. I was wedged in against the window, strap-hanging. At one -intermediate station a young soldier got in with a goose hanging out of -his haversack. He immediately became the centre of an admiring throng. -He was a cheerful youth and bandied repartee with all and sundry—I could -not catch his sallies, which were in low German and greeted with roars -of laughter. I suppose he was the son of some farmer and had “wangled” -this goose, which would probably have fetched 150 marks in the market, -to take back to his mess-mates. He got out just before Hamburg. I could -not have asked for a better foil. - -Hamburg! I had never hoped for even so long a run as this. Was there -really a chance?... In any case, I was now well clear of the Stralsund -zone. I began to realise that the heavy week-end traffic was helping me -and that I was indeed no more than a needle in a haystack. I ate a -sandwich and an apple which I had bought at Lubeck. - -We ran into the big station at about 2.40 in the afternoon—it was very -full. It did not take me long to find the “departure” notices, Kiel -3.10. I took my place in the “queue” for the fourth class booking -office. Behind me two women had an altercation as to priority of place -in the “queue.” I was rather afraid they were going to appeal to me. I -had no wish for the rôle of Solomon at that moment. - -I booked direct to Flensburg—about four marks’ worth—and made my way -downstairs to the departure platform, which was indicated clearly -enough. I did not like the odd quarter of an hour which I had to wait -before the train came in. I was not very happy about my dark blue -waterproof. I could not see anything approaching its counterpart. If one -stands still, one can be examined at leisure; if one moves up and down, -one runs the gauntlet of a hundred restless eyes, any one pair of which -may at some previous date have had first hand cognisance of a typical -naval rubber-lined English waterproof.... - -Then I blundered. There was a coffee-stall on the platform. I went up to -it and asked for a cup. I had drunk nothing since 4 o’clock in the -morning. Fortunately neither of the _Frauleins_ in the stall paid any -attention to me. Just then I saw the notice “_for soldiers and sailors -only_” printed up in big letters. I should have known that, but no one -had noticed anything. - -When _would_ that train come in? - -It came at last. I chose the carriage with fewest soldiers in it, and -most women, and made for my strategical position by the window. But it -was impossible to avoid men altogether. I had one strap-hanging next to -me from Hamburg to Kiel. Everybody started chattering at once. How could -I keep out of this all the way to Kiel without suspicion? Of course, -they were talking about food—various ways of dishing up potatoes. - -I looked out of the window, pretending to be interested in the country. -It was impossible even to pretend to read in that crush. A man on the -seat was forcibly expressing his views to two _Frauleins_ on the new -(10th) War Loan. They giggled. - -I often wonder if those Hamburg folk then had any notion that another -fortnight would see the Red Flag floating in their midst. - -At Neumünster we had an invasion. The carriage, full already, became -packed. Four girls of the farmer class—sisters, I judged them—got in at -my window. I lost my place of vantage and was relegated to the middle of -the floor. I felt a pasty-faced youth quite close to me sizing me up.... - -Fortunately the farmer girls riveted all attention for half a dozen -stations. They were in boisterous spirits and screamed with laughter at -their own jokes. They spoke dialect and I could not understand them, but -I grinned feebly in unison. When they got out, I recovered my post by -the window. Bless them, anyway, for a diversion. - -At the next station an elderly man who was sitting on a basket -immediately in front of me said something to me directly. He was not in -any way a formidable character, but he spoke villainous dialect and I -could not make head or tail of his question. He was referring to -something in the station. I said _Ja_ and looked out of the window in a -knowing way. But I could not risk a second question. I felt the -pasty-faced youth’s eyes on me again, and I made a bee-line for the -lavatory. When I emerged I took up a fresh position. - -The train was emptying as we approached Kiel, and for a time I got my -head out of the window and enjoyed the draught. Then a little girl -standing by me asked me to pull up the window again. I had my second -sandwich. - -We ran into Kiel at about 6 o’clock. There was no difficulty. A guard, -in answer to my question, pointed at the Flensburg train. The carriage I -got into was not lit at all and almost empty. What a relief to sit! A -girl came in to check my ticket, and I went to sleep. We went over the -canal in the dark. There were two men in my carriage. I woke up at some -wayside station and asked if it was Flensburg. They laughed and said -Flensburg was two hours away yet. I muttered sleepily that I was a -stranger, and pretended to drop off again. - -I reached Flensburg about 10.30 p.m., and thought of the unforgettable -scene in _The Riddle of the Sands_. I was no less depressed than -Carruthers on that occasion. I was very thirsty, but it was a poky -little station and there was nothing in the shape of a waiting room or -coffee-stall. I lingered on the platform and saw a porter who appeared -to be closing down for the night. I asked him what time the train to -Tondern went next day. He first said 6 o’clock, but then reflected that -the next day was Sunday and there would not be a train till eleven. He -added that the train went from the other station. So there were two -stations in Flensburg! My sentry friend had not told me this. I asked -him where the other station was and he directed me. My German at this -juncture was so abominable that I think he must have been a Dane. - -At the other station, which I found to be the main one, there was a -fairly large crowd in the booking hall. They were waiting for the -in-coming 11 o’clock train from the north. Entry to the platform and -waiting rooms was barred. The train came in, the crowd dissolved, and -the station was shut up for the night. I had got to put in twelve dreary -hours in this place. - -I took risks that night in Flensburg, risks that might have been fatal -further south. I argued that here if anywhere one might expect to find a -scrubby-faced man with a nautical cap and overcoat. I walked for about -an hour past the quays, past the two main hotels, then up towards the -church and down again to the quays. I could find no public -drinking-fountain, which was what I was looking for, but I had learned -the rough geography of the place. - -There was a low barrier leading on to one of the quays. The gate was -locked but I climbed the barrier and sat down on a bench. Behind me was -one of those pavilions such as are seen on an English pier-head; in -front, a steamer moored alongside. Both were quite deserted. Here at -least I could sit and find solitude. - -I took off my boots and attended to one of my toes which I had rubbed -playing hockey the day before—what weeks ago it seemed! I went through -my pockets and—joy!—found my matches. I smoked a luxurious pipe. Then, -still in my socks, I boarded the steamer and searched her for water -without success. She was fitted up for passengers and for a moment I -entertained the idea of stowing myself away on her. - -Just as I had finished putting on my boots again a man—a night-watchman -I suppose he was—came on to the quay from the left. He must have been -attracted by some movement. I confess I thought it was all up. - -“What are you doing here?” - -“Nothing.” - -“But you have no business to be here at all.” - -Silence implied assent. He beckoned me after him. He was not a Prussian, -this man, whatever else he was. Perhaps he was afraid of me. He appeared -to be taking me into some form of building on my right. I pretended to -be coming along after him, but I swerved to the right, scrambled over -the barrier and ran for 200 yards down the street. Fortunately there was -no one about. I was not followed. I was thankful I had got my boots on -in time. - -I passed the first hotel and saw a woman with a man carrying her bag go -in and ask for a room. She got one. I followed in after her and asked -for a bed. The proprietor said he was full up and shut the door in my -face. Could a two days’ growth of beard make such a difference in a man? -I was rather hurt. - -But worse was to follow. I entered another hotel and saw some German -sailors being given the keys of their bedrooms by a Fraulein. I asked -her for some coffee. “No.” “Water?” “No.” “Nothing to drink?” “No, -nothing.” - -I came to my senses and fled.... - -I went up towards the church, which stands on the top of a steep hill. -There are some gardens sloping down the hill. I found an old sort of -summer-house in one of these and went to sleep. It was about 1 a.m., and -none too warm. - -I was up at dawn and started again on my weary pilgrimage of the streets -of Flensburg. How I hated that place! I half thought of altering my plan -and doing the rest of the journey on foot. It was about 70 kilometres to -the frontier. - -I passed three military policemen in half an hour and wondered -resentfully what they were doing in such large quantities on a _Sunday_ -morning. - -At about eight I got to the station, and ate my last sandwich. Assuming -that the porter had been right the previous night, I had got to put in -three hours more dreary waiting. There were no overhead notices, but I -noticed a useful-looking collection of time-tables stuck up on big -boards in a little alcove just out of the booking hall. If I could get -behind the rearmost of these I could put in much of my time unobserved. -People might come and people might go, but they would never dream that I -had been there all the time. - -I examined the time-tables. I could make nothing of the Sunday trains, -but I found the name Ober-Jersthal. That had been the station given by -our informant at Stralsund as the last station outside the -_Grenz-Gebiet_. In the maps we had seen in the camp we had never been -able to verify this place. Ober-Jersthal must be on the main line -running up the east Schleswig coast. So far so good, but at what time -would this train go? It could not be the same train as the Tondern -train, for Tondern is west Schleswig. - -I wandered on to the platform. The bookstall was open and I bought a -paper and also a Pocket Railway Guide. The Guide had a good map. I saw -from this that the Tondern and Ober-Jersthal lines branched off at -Tingleff—possibly the two trains went in one as far as Tingleff. I had -not long to wait for corroboration. At the cloak-room I heard a man ask -the attendant what time the train went for a station which I knew to be -north of Ober-Jersthal on the same line. The answer was 11.3. There -could be no doubt of it now. I booked for Ober-Jersthal. - -[Illustration: - - SKETCH MAP - - OF - - N.W. GERMANY AND FRONTIERS - - Shaded area = Neutral country - - X = Point where the author crossed the frontier -] - -I had still an hour to wait. It passed somehow. I went into the waiting -room and got my first drink for 29 hours, a glass of beer; it was washy -stuff but went down wonderfully well. There were a lot of _Matrosen_ -(sailors) in the waiting room. Some of them stared at me and I began to -have the Hamburg platform haunted sensation over again. I pretended to -read my paper fiercely for half an hour and then went on to the -platform. I began to regret that I had not had a shave that morning. - -The train came in punctually. There was no incident till Tingleff, about -20 kilos northward. There I saw the passport officials waiting on the -platform. I had almost forgotten about this part of the business.... - -I took a sudden resolution and left the train. I reckoned that I had not -more than 40 miles to walk from this point, and by alighting here I -might dodge the passport men altogether. But I was undeceived. An -official was waiting at the entrance to the sub-way. He looked an -easy-going fellow and was engaged in conversation with someone. He took -my passport, glanced at it, and handed it back without a word. He did -not even look to compare my face with the photograph. The great moment -which Gilbert and I had rehearsed countless times had come and gone. - -I hurried through the sub-way, and saw another passport official talking -to the ticket collector. I handed in my Ober-Jersthal ticket. The man -looked up in some surprise, but I was ready for him: - -“I have shortened my journey.” - -“_Ach! So._” - -He asked no more questions. If he had, I doubt if I could have answered -them. I was conscious only of one great wish, to be rid of the railway -for good. I struck due north out of the station and found myself in a -_cul-de-sac_. I was so overjoyed to be quit of the rail that I plunged -into the fields. I had not gone very far before I had reason to repent. -There was water everywhere, and I made very heavy weather of it. My -objective was Lügumkloster, about 20 miles north-west from Tingleff, and -I reckoned that it could not be very long before I struck the main road. -After about two hours—it was now two o’clock in the afternoon—I found -the road. There were very few people about, and those I met gave me good -day civilly enough. If questioned at this point, I was going to have -been a South German staying with relatives in Flensburg and out for a -cross-country ramble—an improbable enough story. - -My hopes had risen and it all seemed reasonably plain sailing now. The -people were not suspicious. I had my map with a few important names ... -my compass ... I might even do it in the next night. - -I wondered exactly where old Gilbert was at this moment. It never even -occurred to me that he had been caught, but such, as afterwards -transpired, must have been the case[15]. - - -[Footnote 15: Gilbert had been caught actually on the border the night -before, under the impression that he was already in Denmark. He was -thought at first to be a smuggler!] - - -Passing through one village I met some French prisoners. I gave them -good day and told them who I was. They invited me to come into their -room in the farm where they were working. They were able to tell me what -village I was in, Dollderup, and this was a great assistance. I thanked -them in execrable French, gave them one of my remaining cigarettes, and -told them what news I could—they had heard nothing for months. I don’t -think anything on the whole journey was more difficult than framing -those few simple French sentences. - -The signposts made the journey easy after that. At 3 p.m. I had 18 -kilometres to go to Lügumkloster. I turned off the road, lay down in -some young fir trees, took off my boots, ate some chocolate, and had -half an hour or more’s sleep. - -I started again towards dusk. I was feeling very fit now and full of -hope. If only I didn’t muck it on the frontier.... - -The signposts did their duty nobly. There was a keen wind from the north -and the road was good. I had been out just two complete days. - -In one village a soldier with a rifle came out of a house just as I -passed it. He replied to my “_Guten Abend_” courteously. - -I reached Lügumkloster, I suppose, about half-past nine or ten. It is a -big rambling village, and I made a bad mistake here on leaving it. I -meant to take the Arrip-Arnum road, which runs roughly north-east. I -took a road running north-east, but after about an hour’s walking I -found it was leading me gradually more east than north—I had not noticed -that the wind had shifted from north to east. I decided to leave the -road and make due north on the compass, trusting to pick up the right -road later on. Then began a trying time. The ground was terribly wet and -intersected with continual wired ditches. I tore my clothes rather badly -here and I don’t think my trousers at the end of my journey would have -stood another rip. However, I kept due north, tacking as little as -possible to avoid the ditches, and eventually reached the road. It was, -I supposed, about 2 a.m. I estimated I was still quite ten miles from -the frontier. There was a strong wind, and I had not enough matches to -spare to look more than once or twice at my map. Added to this, the -signposts, previously so well-behaved, became infuriating. They only -mentioned names which I had never heard of, or at least had not -committed to memory. - -_Slog! Slog! Slog!_ I was getting tired. A man passed me with a cart. -What on earth did _he_ think he was doing at that time of night? - -There was lots of water about and I did not go thirsty. My cap made an -effective cup. - -A light railway running parallel to the road—this was the _Klein Bahn_ -(light railway) the fellow had told us of. - -_Slog! Slog! Sl—._ What on earth was that? A sentry box on the roadside, -and in the box a sentry yawning and stretching himself. On each side of -the road a belt of barbed wire running east and west. - -I took these things in vaguely, disconnectedly. Had I miscalculated and -was I over the border after all? He hadn’t even challenged.... - -A mile later I crawled into a little hollow by the roadside to rest and -get warm. I was getting strangely light-headed. I remember addressing -myself as a separate entity. I pulled myself together and sat down to -think. “I must go back and have another look at that wire. It can only -be a protective belt for military purposes.” - -I went back. The wire was there sure enough. So was the sentry box, but -I didn’t go up to it. The wire was like the rear defence lines one had -seen in France. - -I retraced my steps. I still had the idea of picking myself up from the -hollow where I had left myself. - -I continued my way, praying for the night to end. With the dawn, I felt -I should be able to think clearly again. - -“Arnum 4 kilometres.” The signposts were German enough, anyway. - -Arnum, I had made out from my map, lay about three or four kilometres -away from the point of the salient where I meant to cross the border. It -was nearly dawn and I saw that I could not get over that night. - -It was getting light as I reached the village. I left the road and -struck west across the fields, up on to some high ground. - -Somewhere in front there was Denmark. - -I chose a hiding place in some young firs and heather. I was sheltered -from the wind and was fairly comfortable. - -One more whole day! What an age it seemed! I got out my railway map and -looked at my position. I could not be more than five or six kilometres -from the frontier. Somewhere in the valley to the north-west stretched -the line of sentries. I decided to sally forth while it was still light -in the late afternoon, take my bearings, and go over at dark. - -As I lay there I heard footsteps. A boy came by singing and passed -within two yards of me. He didn’t see me. Just as well perhaps.... - -I took off my boots, rubbed my feet down, and had some chocolate. - -About noon it started raining and went on for about three hours. I got -wet through, but welcomed the rain on the whole as it would get darker -sooner. - -I was now thinking quite connectedly, and, it being impossible to sleep, -I went over in my mind again and again what I meant to do, and what I -knew already about the frontier. - -I suppose it was about 5 when I started out. I reckoned there would be -about one more hour’s daylight. I steered due north-west across fields -and marsh land for about three kilometres. Suddenly, to my right—about -400 yards off—the sentries’ boxes came full in view. There was no -mistaking them, about 200 yards between most of them, and quite 300 -yards between the two opposite me. - -I plumped down in the heather where I was standing, and watched them. I -saw a sentry leave his box and walk about 20 yards up and down. I could -see nothing that looked like wire. Only marsh and heather in between.... - -Looking from where I was into Denmark, there was a farmhouse immediately -between the two sentry boxes. I could take my course on that—it would be -silhouetted long after dark. - -I waited till it was quite dark, and then started off, taking no -risks—crawling. I came to a ditch with wire on each side of it. This was -the only wire I saw. When I judged I was well through the line, I got up -and walked to the farmhouse. A tall figure answered my knock. I began in -my best German.... - -He shook his head to indicate that he didn’t understand. I could have -kissed him. - -At last we hammered it out. - -“_Engelsk Offizier. Fangen. Gut._” - -He beckoned me in with beaming face. - -I had made good in just 72 hours. Beginners’ luck! - - - CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY J. B. 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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: The Tunnellers of Holzminden - (with a side-issue) - -Author: Hugh George Edmund Durnford - -Release Date: June 11, 2016 [EBook #52308] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TUNNELLERS OF HOLZMINDEN *** - - - - -Produced by MWS and the Online Distributed Proofreading -Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from -images generously made available by The Internet -Archive/American Libraries.) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div> - <h1 class='c000'>THE TUNNELLERS OF HOLZMINDEN</h1> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c001' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS</div> - <div>C. F. CLAY, <span class='sc'>Manager</span></div> - <div>LONDON: FETTER LANE, E.C. 4</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id001'> -<img src='images/cambridge_press.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='size90'> - -<table class='table0' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='25%' /> -<col width='5%' /> -<col width='70%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'>NEW YORK</td> - <td class='c003'>:</td> - <td class='c004'>THE MACMILLAN CO.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'>BOMBAY</td> - <td class='c003'>⎫</td> - <td class='c004'> </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'>CALCUTTA</td> - <td class='c003'>⎬</td> - <td class='c004'>MACMILLAN AND CO., <span class='sc'>Ltd.</span></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'>MADRAS</td> - <td class='c003'>⎭</td> - <td class='c004'> </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'>TORONTO</td> - <td class='c003'>:</td> - <td class='c004'>THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, <span class='sc'>Ltd.</span></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'>TOKYO</td> - <td class='c003'>:</td> - <td class='c004'>MARUZEN-KABUSHIKI-KAISHA</td> - </tr> -</table> - -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> - <div class='nf-center'> - <div>ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div id='frontis' class='figcenter id002'> -<img src='images/frontis.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>The track of the Holzminden Tunnel after being dug up.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c001' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div><span class='xlarge'>THE TUNNELLERS</span></div> - <div>OF</div> - <div><span class='xlarge'>HOLZMINDEN</span></div> - <div>(WITH A SIDE-ISSUE)</div> - <div class='c005'>BY</div> - <div>H. G. DURNFORD, M.C., M.A.</div> - <div><span class='small'>FELLOW OF KING’S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE</span></div> - <div class='c005'>CAMBRIDGE</div> - <div>AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS</div> - <div>1920</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c001' /> -</div> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c001'> - <div>TO</div> - <div class='c005'>MY WIFE</div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c006'>PREFACE</h2> -</div> - -<p class='drop-capa0_0_0_6 c007'>Almost exactly two years ago, as I write these lines, -the famous Holzminden Tunnel became history. -Even then, when the sordid camp was still lending (and -seemed likely to lend <i>in perpetuum</i>) its grey colour to -every aspect of life, when sense of proportion was practically -dormant and racial animosity intensified to the -highest pitch, it was impossible to overlook the peculiar -dramatic proprieties of the event. Some day, it was felt, -this story might be fittingly told.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And in the retrospect the feeling remains unaltered. -The harsh angles have softened: the tumult and the -shouting have died away to the remoter cells of memory: -Captain Niemeyer (of the Reserve) has departed—God -knows where! His imperial master is dragging out an -unhappy old age in exile. The British protagonists and -walkers-on in the 9-months struggle have scattered to -the ends of the Empire on their lawful occasions. Once -in a blue moon perhaps they think of it and rub their -eyes. The details are already vague. The whole of their -prison existence seems absurdly far away.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But it is in the hope that they will care to follow with -not uncritical interest the following plain unvarnished -account of the Tunnel episode that I, a mere looker-on, -have sorted out the threads and fitted the jumble together. -If any think this an impertinence, may I plead -that an ordinary stage hand may see more of the workings -of a nine months run than the star performers? To -them at any rate, protagonists, walkers- and lookers-on -in the event, and their friends and relations I would -address myself particularly. Through them alone can I -hope to interest the British public in this simple tale of -a strategically unimportant but highly successful side-show, -in Germany, in the dog days of 1918.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I am indebted to one friend in particular for assistance -in the true description of the actual Tunnel. He prefers -to remain anonymous. Many others of my ex-fellow-prisoners -have helped me in various ways. The design -which is reproduced on the cover was drawn by Lieutenant -Lockhead while in captivity at Stralsund and was intended -to serve as a Christmas card; I am indebted to him for -the loan of the block. To Messrs Blackwood I am obliged -for permission to reprint the personal experiences -contained in the final chapter.</p> - -<div class='lg-container-r c009'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'>H. G. DURNFORD.</div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='lg-container-l c009'> - <div class='linegroup'> - <div class='group'> - <div class='line'><span class='sc'>King’s College,</span></div> - <div class='line in4'><span class='sc'>Cambridge.</span></div> - <div class='line in8'><i>24th July 1920.</i></div> - </div> - </div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c006'>CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - -<table class='table1' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='11%' /> -<col width='76%' /> -<col width='11%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c010'><span class='small'>CHAP.</span></td> - <td class='c002'> </td> - <td class='c011'><span class='small'>PAGE</span></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'> </td> - <td class='c002'>PROLOGUE</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#Prologue'>1</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'>I.</td> - <td class='c002'>A CAMP IN BEING</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#I'>14</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'>II.</td> - <td class='c002'>NIEMEYER—AND PINPRICKS</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#II'>32</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'>III.</td> - <td class='c002'>INTRODUCING THE MAIN MOTIF</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#III'>49</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'>IV.</td> - <td class='c002'>ESCAPES</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#IV'>60</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'>V.</td> - <td class='c002'>ACCOMPLICES</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#V'>71</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'>VI.</td> - <td class='c002'>IN THE TUNNEL</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#VI'>89</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'>VII.</td> - <td class='c002'>REPRISALS</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#VII'>101</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'>VIII.</td> - <td class='c002'>THE LAST LAP</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#VIII'>118</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'>IX.</td> - <td class='c002'>THE ESCAPE AND THE SEQUEL</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#IX'>131</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'>X.</td> - <td class='c002'>CLOSING INCIDENTS</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#X'>148</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c010'>XI.</td> - <td class='c002'>MAKING GOOD</td> - <td class='c011'><a href='#XI'>164</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 class='c006'>ILLUSTRATIONS AND PLANS</h2> -</div> - -<table class='table2' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='74%' /> -<col width='19%' /> -<col width='6%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>The track of the Holzminden Tunnel after being dug up</td> - <td class='c013' colspan='2'><i><a href='#frontis'>Frontispiece</a></i></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>A street in Ypres</td> - <td class='c013'> </td> - <td class='c014'> </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>The Cloth Hall in 1917</td> - <td class='c013'><i>to face p.</i></td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo002'>2</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>The Menin Gate of Ypres</td> - <td class='c013'> </td> - <td class='c014'> </td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>The Battery in action N. of the Menin Road</td> - <td class='c013'> </td> - <td class='c014'> </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>The Menin Road</td> - <td class='c013'>”</td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo005'>5</a></td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>At the waggon-lines</td> - <td class='c013'> </td> - <td class='c014'> </td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>View from Kaserne B, showing skating rink made in January 1918</td> - <td class='c013'><i>to face p.</i></td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo030'>30</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>Karl Niemeyer</td> - <td class='c013'>”</td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo036'>36</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>General plan of Holzminden Camp</td> - <td class='c013'><i>p.</i></td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo053'>53</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>Kaserne B</td> - <td class='c013'><i>to face p.</i></td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo054'>54</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>Scene of the Walter-Medlicott attempt</td> - <td class='c013'> </td> - <td class='c014'> </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>A dining-room at Holzminden</td> - <td class='c013'>”</td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo061'>61</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>Section and ground-plan of staircase, chamber, and tunnel entrance</td> - <td class='c013'><i>p.</i></td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo073'>73</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>Course of the tunnel</td> - <td class='c013'>”</td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo093'>93</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>At the tunnel mouth</td> - <td class='c013'><i>to face p.</i></td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo100'>100</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>Section of attic roof</td> - <td class='c013'><i>p.</i></td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo112'>112</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>Orderlies digging out the tunnel between Kaserne B and the outer wall</td> - <td class='c013'><i>to face p.</i></td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo142'>142</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>Group of recaptured officers in a room at Holzminden</td> - <td class='c013'>”</td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo162'>162</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>Facsimile of the original permit-card copied by Lockhead</td> - <td class='c013'><i>to face p.</i></td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo169'>169</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>Facsimile of the forged railway passport</td> - <td class='c013'><i>between pp.</i></td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo175'>174-5</a></td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c012'>Map of N.W. Germany and frontiers</td> - <td class='c013'><i>p.</i></td> - <td class='c014'><a href='#illo189'>189</a></td> - </tr> -</table> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c001' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='Prologue' class='c006'>PROLOGUE</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>“B/—th will detail the liaison officer for the Group for -to-morrow the 5th.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Brigade orderly splashed in bearing the unwelcome -message. I had just turned in. The never-to-be-forgotten -fatal three days’ downpour which had set in on -the 31st July 1917 and had upset so many calculations -had just stopped and we had enjoyed an afternoon and -evening of bright sunshine and cloudless skies. The -water in the dug-out, which had risen steadily in spite of -temporary responses to our efforts with an old trench -pump and a chain of buckets, was now gradually beginning -to abate and the stretcher on which I slept was once more -high and dry. Also I was due to go down to waggon-lines -in two days’ time, and life generally was taking on -a less sombre hue.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It could afford to. Our six weeks in action in the -Salient had been lived in an atmosphere of almost unrelieved -gloom, an atmosphere—so we had come to believe—inalienable -from the place itself.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One had come to realise what men had meant who -in earlier days on the Somme—when all was said to -be quiet at Ypres—had trekked south into the Valley -of the Shadow of Death and remarked that “it was -better than the Salient.” Now we had seen for ourselves. -It had not merely been the shelling and the -fact that there was not a really safe spot, except in the -very ramparts of the Eastern wall themselves, between -Belgian Battery Corner and the front line. It had not -merely been that the German gunners conveyed the impression -that they were <i>aiming</i> at <i>you</i>, that they knew -exactly where you were, and that they were doing it—had -been doing it all along—more as a pleasure than -as an allotted task. It had not been the fact that no -fatigue or waggon-line party could set great hopes on -returning scatheless from a job of work; nor that here -hostile aeroplane observation seemed more acute than -in other parts; nor again that rarely a night passed -but one saw or heard of some shambles on a main traffic -road. It was none of these things. The spirit of Ypres -was abroad, impregnating those new to her. From the -very morning when, accompanying a harassed, jumpy -acting C.R.A. on his round of battery inspections, I -had first seen her, I had felt the spell upon me. It was -like grey skies and a wind in the east, the quintessence -of sombreness. The intervals of quiet could not be -called peace; they served only to intensify the solitude. -The history of the place seemed to cast its stamp on -those who sojourned in it.</p> - -<div id='illo002' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_002_facing_a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>A street in Ypres.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_002_facing_b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>The Cloth Hall in 1917.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_002_facing_c.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>The Menin Gate of Ypres.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>We had come into action at the beginning of July. -Our instructions had been to get “in” and camouflaged -and registered and then wait for “the day,” and that -waiting had been sorely trying to the patience. It had -been far worse than sitting on the Messines Ridge in -June. We had been told we should be “silent,” but -we had fired steadily nevertheless, and this meant, of -course, more ammunition and added risk of casualties -amongst horses and men. It had meant having the men -out of cover to shift the shells from their depôts to the -gun-pits; and such things were considerations when we -were losing men at the rate of about two a day and the -stock of capable gunners and N.C.O.’s, depleted at -Messines, was beginning to run dangerously low. “D” -Battery on our immediate right had had an even worse -time. Poor old “D.” They were always getting the -rough of it since Courcelette, and this time they had got -it very rough indeed. They had had no cellar to put -their gun-crews in and we had been unable to spare them -a share in ours, so they had left emergency crews at the -guns and worked them by nucleus shifts, the remainder -sleeping a long way behind.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The preparations had dragged their slow course along, -and we had gone on with our daily routine, never knowing -what the next minute was not going to produce, unloading -and storing the ammunition, and heaving a sigh of relief -when the last pack-horse had discharged his daily load -and that anxiety at least was off our shoulders for the -day; checking the sights and aiming-posts, strengthening -so far as we could the pits, watching and shepherding -the men; gassed one night and on duty all the next and -then gassed again the third—the deadly mustard fellow -had just made his costly début; counting the leaden -hours, congratulating ourselves each time that—our duty -over—we made the dug-out door afresh; and ever and -anon looking hopefully through the tattered screen which -still served to shield our part of the Menin Road from -hostile observation to where Passchendaele Church stood -prominent and quite intact on the opposite slope.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In five weeks the Corps Artillery alone had lost (I -believe the figure is correct) 568 officers, killed, wounded, -or gassed, and other ranks also had lost in proportion. -We ourselves had lost one officer (gassed almost as soon -as we had got in), five out of our six N.C.O.’s, and -twelve gunners or bombardiers. “D” had had a young -officer just out from England killed with a sergeant immediately -behind our own guns, and a direct hit on one -of their dug-outs had deprived them of three more sergeants -and two gunners at one fell swoop. The toll had -mounted up steadily, and though the C.-in-C. had issued -a special appreciation of the bearing of the artillery in -these difficult circumstances, we had day by day been -feeling more the heavy strain.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then had come the last days of July. All the conceivable -practice barrages had been fired and the Huns -made wise to the uttermost.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then again—amidst rumours that the French were -two days late—the storm clouds had gathered from the -unfavourable quarter, and finally on the 31st July the -great unwieldy barrage had unwound its complicated -length in drizzling rain on the Hun lines. The infantry -had gone over and reached the “black line” up to -scheduled time: but on the “black line” they had lost -co-ordination; when the barrage advanced again they had -been late to follow up; the barrage had rolled on unheeding; -our men, floundering in its wake on hopeless -ground and now in a steady downpour, had had to come -back and consolidate on the “black line,” while the -batteries awaited in vain the longed-for order to advance.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c008'>Well, what was one job more or less after all? One -might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb, and I should -go down to waggon-lines with all the clearer conscience -on the 6th, and sleep.... How I would sleep! -I would get down there for lunch if I could, have a -quiet ride in the afternoon into “Pop,” and come back -to waggon-lines for an early dinner and bed. How -glorious to wake up once more, and to hear the birds -twittering outside! It seemed ages ago since one had -done so last, and it was in reality just eight days. My -waggon-line billet was in a small farm-house. Madame -and her man had been, for those parts, friendly enough. -I remembered having tried to convey to Madame that -next time I visited her, Ypres would be free. She had -not understood, and perhaps it had been just as well.</p> - -<div id='illo005' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_005_facing_a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>The Battery in action N. of the Menin Road.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_005_facing_b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>The Menin Road.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_005_facing_c.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>At the waggon-lines.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Yes, a late breakfast, after a sluice-down in the open -air, a leisurely toilet, and a stroll round the horses; and -then perhaps a real joy-ride, an all-day affair towards -Nieppe Forest....</p> - -<p class='c008'>I rang up the battery and gave my orders for signallers -and an orderly on the morrow. There was only one -other subaltern available for the job, and as the Major -was out at the time I deputed myself. It is the unwritten -rule.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I read through the standing orders for the Group -liaison officers, finished my chapter of <i>Sonia</i>—I was -to read the next in a very different setting—and went -to sleep.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Menin Road was a populous concern in those -days and the varied traffic comforted our gregarious -souls as we walked down at a round pace next morning -after breakfast to pay our respects <i>en route</i> to Infantry -Brigade and the senior Artillery Liaison Officer of the -Group in the big labyrinth of dug-outs at the bottom -of the hill. Hell Fire Corner, though still occasionally -shelled “on spec,” was no longer the shunned, depressing -cross-roads that it used to be. Now it even boasted -a military policeman to control the traffic. Ambulance -cars and heavy lorries passed and met us. The road -was thick with infantry and fatigue-parties of various -kinds going up and coming out.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The shattered boughs and fallen branches, which had -blocked the unused road before, had now been side-tracked; -only dead mules and horses here and there -had created fresh obstructions. Fritz was putting most -of his metal this morning on to the front line and the -ridge where we were due at noon; but even back here -he had guns enough to send over his one a minute, -searching—now that he might no longer observe—for -some of his old favourite spots. So we did not loiter.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At Infantry Brigade they were making their toilet. -The senior Liaison Officer told me that battalion had -shifted its headquarters during the night: “too hot to -stay where it was.” He gave me what he understood -were the map co-ordinates of their new abode, and I -took my departure.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We crossed the old No Man’s Land, passed the -working-parties at their thankless tasks of road-making -in the churned morass, and picked our way warily round -the crater lips across the old German front line system -till we struck the railway. It did not seem to be getting -shelled, and would at least afford better going than if -we plunged through the crater-field direct towards the -front line. My intention was to nurse the railway for -a mile or so, and then, leaving it, to strike across up -the ridge in order to hit off “The Rectory,” where -Battalion H.Q. were reported to be.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I had not been forward myself since the show. It -was worse even than I expected. The ground was just -beginning to harden in the hot sunshine, but every hole -was filled with water and one had to plan out one’s -course with long detours, jumping precariously from -island to island. The rusted wire, half buried in the -loose earth, tore one’s puttees. The whole place stank. -There were very few dead about; the Hun communiqué -had probably not lied in saying that their outposts had -been lightly held. But the railway embankment gave -possible lodgment for the feet and we kept along it as -I planned, with six paces between each man and one -eye on the 4·2’s falling just to our right in the valley. -The effect on that ground was only local and we had -no fears of splinters.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At last, panting and thirsty, we reached the crest -which our infantry were holding. We could see no -movement. Over the bleak expanse of shell-holes there -was no human being to be seen; one had got to cast -one’s eye right back to where the working-parties -were.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A line of ruined houses and pill-boxes ran along the -ridge. One of them was “The Rectory.” I went into -it; there was a concreted cellar facing Boche-wards, -but nobody inside it. I hailed a Red Cross man who -was wandering about forlornly. He hadn’t seen anyone, -didn’t know anything.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was rather annoying. I looked up my book of the -rules and tried a cast back to the original map reference -for Battalion Headquarters. It must be a ruined pill-box -which they were shelling. I waited till there was a -pause and then looked inside. No, not a sign of anyone.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Confound Brigade! That part of the programme -must wait, that’s all. I had to establish connection by -visual with our Brigade signallers at Hell Fire Corner -and must plant my lamp.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We went down into one of the pill-boxes on the -ridge and deposited the gear. The dug-out was a foot -or more deep in water, but must have been a comfortable, -secure home. Two wounded infantrymen were -lying on the bunks on one side of the dug-out. They -told me they had been there since the first day, untended -save by chance arrivals. I tried to cheer them -up and we offered them our water-bottles.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We stuck the lamp up just behind the pill-box on -the top of a bank and flashed it full in the direction of -Hell Fire Corner. There was no answer. “Nothing’s -going right to-day,” I thought, and the shells were -pitching just to our right and inviting retirement to the -safe—if damp—recess beneath us.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But I was overdue and had not found sign or trace -of the infantry. The place might be deserted for all the -world, save for our little party. I had one more cast -round in various ruined pill-boxes on our side of the -slope, and then made up my mind to go forward—east—a -little. My Major had told me yesterday that our -fellows were digging in in front of the ridge. Perhaps -the infantry Colonel was with them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It did not seem very likely, on the forward side of a -ridge sloping towards Hunland, but unusual things -were done in those days of disorganisation and I had -not seen a single infantryman since we left the working-parties -behind us early in the morning. Our infantry, -if they were not a myth, must be east of me, not west.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I left my signallers still flashing vainly and took my -orderly with me to the forward slope of the ridge. We -stalked down a hedge about 50 yards, then turned due -right along another. There was another “pill-box” -just half right of us.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“That might be them, sir,” said my orderly.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We swung sharp right and walked up to it. I saw -an unusual helmet. “One of our Tommies decking -himself out,” I thought. Then another helmet of the -same sort, and the truth flashed on me just as it was too -late and we were within a few paces of them, with the -pill-box between us and home, covered by a couple of -German rifles.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A dozen very vivid thoughts raced through my mind. -“Somebody’s made the most awful howler.” “I can’t get -back.” “Where in thunder were our infantry, then?” -“This is the end.” “I haven’t even got a revolver on -me.” “Prisoner!—what will they say?” “What the -devil <i>will</i> they say?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I gave the lad an order and we held up our hands. -I will not labour the apology. The back verandah of -the pill-box—so it looked—was bristling with amazed -and animated Huns. Cut off from retreat, unarmed -and utterly flabbergasted, what would you? I stammered -out a few words in bad French to their officer -and then asked leave to sit down. I was exhausted -and quite overwhelmed. So this was the result of my -fourteen months of cumulative experience. What a -culmination! To walk over No Man’s Land on a bye-day -in broad daylight into a German nest! Such a thing -had never come into our ken that I could remember. -And if it had, I should have been the first to pass -uncharitable comment. What hideous irony! I looked -at the boy I had led unwittingly into captivity. What -sort of an officer did <i>he</i> think I was now? He would -bless me before it was all over, if all one heard, had -read of, was true. Suddenly one began to see the -prisoner-of-war question in a new light. What was it -like really? And all the time I racked and racked my -brains to think whose fault it was, where the mistake -had lain. I knew the range on the map to “The Rectory,” -which I had just left, and the range of our S.O.S. -barrage. Three hundred yards to play with. I had -come barely a hundred. Perhaps they hadn’t known of -this pill-box. To know, O Lord, if only to know—and -I couldn’t<a id='r1' /><a href='#f1' class='c016'><sup>[1]</sup></a>.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f1'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r1'>1</a>. </span>I did learn later, at Stralsund Camp in Germany, where I met the Colonel I was then trying to find. He told me his H.Q. on that day had been 100 yards <i>north</i> of “The Rectory,” which they had found too hot to stay in.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>That day seemed an eternity. In the evening I heard -the shells from my own battery come whizzing over. -I was to have observed them, five rounds of battery -fire on the German front line at 5 p.m. Since the push -this had been the only method, except by visual; no -wires had lived a day up till then.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My tie alone proclaimed me as an officer. I had left -my tunic and all my impedimenta, with—fortunately—my -notebooks and important papers, in the pill-box on -the ridge.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The orderly in his rough way was comforting. I felt -sorry for the boy. It wasn’t his fault anyway.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One had an early insight into the German character. -This lot were Mecklenburgers and good stuff by the -look of them, but desperately dull and earnest. All -day long they sat in that pill-box—three officers and -about twenty men—and jabbered. There wasn’t a laugh, -there wasn’t even the semblance of a smile. They -smoked cigars most of the time; when food was brought, -they gobbled it down like famished wolves and then -turned to jabbering and smoking once more. Occasionally -a British plane caused a diversion; they rushed to -the verandah and craned their necks at it amidst a babel -of maledictions, it would have been funny—if one had -been in the heart for it—to see the way these fellows -took their war. They were perfectly safe, and knew it, -until such time as we should attack again. The pill-box -must have been sunk a yard or more beneath the -ground, and had five feet or more of concrete on every -side. Only the back-blast from a shell pitching in their -back verandah—short of a direct hit from a heavy gun—could -have done much harm. They were wonderfully -well camouflaged.</p> - -<p class='c008'>They gave me something to drink but could not -spare any food, and I smoked a cigar or two. When it -got dark they sent us down under an escort. We had -hardly started when a “strafe” began, so we sat in -another pill-box and listened to our own shells falling -all round and hitting the place more than once.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then the bombardment died away and we went on -our way—across the swampy Hanebeek, past batteries -and groups of infantry in open trenches or yet other -pill-boxes; into Company Headquarters, a crowded -cellar in a farm, where a brief examination of our guides -by a pot-bellied, earnest Hun officer took place; and -then away again, on over more open, firmer country, -up a long slope by a narrow bridle-path, with our shells -still falling at intervals round about and fresh corpses -of men and horses showing where our guns had found -occasional value from searching tracks whose use had -been established. The warning <i>Draht</i>, <i>Draht</i> (“ware -wire”) of our surly N.C.O. guide became rarer, we -emerged at length on to a regular road, and after an -hour or so’s walking we were taken into the roomy and -laboriously built and fortified quarters of the Regimental -Staff. There more depositions were taken by the bullet-headed -Brigade Major, a forbidding-looking, efficient -little blackguard, I thought, and a good specimen of -their military machine. Cigars were provided for our -guides and we were marched out again once more, items -of passing interest, no doubt, but as human beings -inconsiderable. We would be going towards Moorslede. -I was dead tired and faint with hunger, but the cool -night air blew fresh upon my forehead. We passed ammunition -limbers by the score—great, clumsy things -they seemed after our neat Q.F. variety—and now and -again a company of infantry coming up to the line at the -rapid, business-like half run, half walk, which struck -one so strangely after our own infantry’s measured pace. -They seemed to be in high spirits, and had a cheery word -for our guides. From what I saw, the German Flanders -army went up cheerfully enough in those days to take -its hammering.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And then at last, in the grey dawn and after many -questionings of passers-by by our somewhat uncertain -guides, Moorslede, and a brief halt in a Headquarters -of sorts; then on again on the last stage, beyond shell-fire -now and knowing—as every German had enviously -said to us who could speak English at all—that “the -war was <i>over for us</i>.” It was their stock phrase, and I -believed them with a deep-down feeling somewhere—in -spite of all the bitterness—that it was so, and that I -should at least, given reasonable luck, see home and -friends once more.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Into Roulers we fare in a grinding, shaking motor-bus -and take our first impression of black rye bread and -<i>ersatz</i> coffee.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And here we may be left—in a Belgian occupied -town, in a stifling, ill-ventilated room, amidst a motley -crew of unwashed, sleepy, but not unfriendly Germans; -worn with the fatigue and strain of the last long fifteen -hours, and at first—for my part—probing vainly for an -explanation of it all; and then, as the tyranny of the -stomach grows more ensconced, settling down to the -long, absorbing vigil of waiting on the next full meal.</p> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c005' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='I' class='c006'>CHAPTER I<br /> <br />A CAMP IN BEING</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>A broad, level, methodically cultivated plain; a horizon -of wooded slopes with, every few degrees or so, the -suggestion of winding valleys and watercourses; to the -northward, the river Weser, Nature’s barrier beyond -the wire, flowing between us and freedom, and visible -from our upper windows in an occasional gleam of silver -against the shadows of the steep further bank; to the -west the town, red-roofed and picturesque with adjoining -allotments; on the edge of the allotments a -large square walled enclosure containing two very recent -architectural abominations, eyesores in the general prospect—to -wit, <i>Kaserne</i> A and B of the <i>Offizier Gefangenen -Lager</i><a id='r2' /><a href='#f2' class='c016'><sup>[2]</sup></a> Holzminden, that highly advertised Brunswickian -retreat which, on a day in September 1917, -flung open its hospitable gates to its first English guests, -an advance instalment of about thirty from Karlsruhe. -Such—in a paragraph—was Holzminden Camp and its -environment.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f2'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r2'>2</a>. </span>Officer prisoners-of-war camp.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>The new Camp had been freely boomed; the <i>Lager</i> -“Poldhu” had got hold of it and done wonders with -it—that mysterious <i>Lager</i> “Poldhu” of Germany in -war time, which spoke not through wires or wireless -and seemingly lacked all means of transmission, but -which percolated, none the less, from <i>Lager</i> to <i>Lager</i> in -some mysterious way, so that what should by rights -have remained a close secret in the <i>Kommandantur</i><a id='r3' /><a href='#f3' class='c016'><sup>[3]</sup></a> at -X in Baden was known all over the Camp at Y in Silesia -within a week or so. Thus it was noised abroad in a -dozen camps that four had got out from Freiburg and -were still at large, that a tunnel scheme had been discovered -at the last moment at Magdeburg, and that -poor old C— had got “jug” again for hitting a sentry -in the parcel office at Ströhen.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f3'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r3'>3</a>. </span>Kommandantur means in a prison camp that part set apart for the German personnel, and includes the Commandant’s office.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>Holzminden—so ran the “Poldhu”—was to be the -real thing, a prisoner’s Mecca—fine, brand-new buildings, -spacious grounds, good scenery, good air. The -report was discussed and swallowed or pooh-poohed according -to temperament. The Schwarmstedt crowd took -the news of their impending departure thither with a pronounced -sniff. They were—had been for several months—in -the Xth Army Corps Area. Holzminden also was -in the Xth Army Corps. There could no good thing -come out of the Xth Army Corps. Schwarmstedt was -in fact sufficiently sceptical of the Xth Army Corps to -have remained gladly in its flea-ridden huts, had it not -been that the prospect of a winter on the bog-wastes in -those flimsy buildings seemed almost intolerable. That -fate was reserved in the actual event for Italians, with -the usual leavening of neglected Russians.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Accordingly, an advance party of the ‘nineteen-fourteeners’ -and ‘-fifteeners’ of Schwarmstedt packed -up their household gods and suffered themselves to be -transported to Holzminden. They were told authoritatively -that this was going to be merely a stopping-place -on the way to Holland and exchange; so they threw -chests-full of tins at the starving Russians who were -remaining behind, left their heavy luggage to follow -after them, and arrived only with the clothes they stood -up in and a suit-case of tins to last them till they -reached the border. The border took most of them -three months to reach; the suit-cases were empty in -under a week. It was galling, after having been led to -believe that they would be dining at the Hague in a -few days, to find that they were to remain prisoners -for an indefinite period in a camp in which the feeding -arrangements were, to put it mildly, as yet incompletely -organised. But they had acted unwisely. Three and a -half years of doubt and uncertainty should have taught -them better than to travel empty-handed so far from -their refilling point, or to rely on exchange until they -were actually at the border.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Fortunately, however, they were only the advance -guard; the main party from Schwarmstedt had yet to -come, and when the nakedness of the land and the -bleakness of the immediate exchange prospect was really -discovered, the wires were set in motion and injunctions -passed to the remainder to save what could yet be -saved. Anything edible had long since disappeared -down the throats of the Russians and would, in any -case, have been difficult to reclaim from our unfortunate -Allies. But other things of less immediate value were -salved; and the main party from Schwarmstedt pulled -out in their turn from the bog camp, resigned at least -to a temporary stay in their new abode, and properly -equipped with the more essential things. It was a regal -transport. There were 200 of them, not to mention -their hand-luggage, which assumed vast proportions, -since everything that was left behind as heavy luggage -stood an even chance of being lost in transit, even if -transport exigencies in the Fatherland permitted of it -ever being put on board a train.</p> - -<p class='c008'>What an arrival that was—the main body from -Schwarmstedt! We raw ‘seventeeners,’ fresh up in our -ordnance boots and Tommies’ tunics from the sorting -camps of Heidelberg and Karlsruhe in mild Baden, -could hardly credit it. We had what we wore, plus, -perhaps, an odd shirt which the Belgian ladies in -Courtrai might have given us. Here was an eye-opener—Schwarmstedt -Camp come to Holzminden under a -camouflage of suit-cases! We leaned out of the windows -of “A” Barrack as they staggered in at the main gate, -and the Schwarmstedt advance party hailed their friends -as the stream rolled on through the inner gate into the -camp grounds, and bawled out amidst the general babel -disparaging comment on the new camp and its personnel.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Irish Mick in our room was in great form. “Bury -your notes,” he sang out, “bury your notes. They -sthrip ye mother naked.” Every one in three of the -incoming cortège had not less on him than 50 marks in -German currency notes. (<i>Strengstens verboten</i>, of course, -and a search on arrival was the accepted thing.) So, -taking Mick at his word, they sat them down on the -dusty <i>Spielplatz</i>, made unobtrusive graves with pocket -knives, and dedicated their money to the land. Perhaps -they were seen. Perhaps the scratches were in some -cases too obvious. At all events the Germans became -wise; and one of their N.C.O.’s going round betimes -next morning before the party had been able to see to -their investments unearthed no less than 2000 marks! -The Schwarmstedt party lost the first round.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We have digressed somewhat: but those first few -days at Holzminden were days of digressions, of alarums -and excursions, of administration too chaotic even for -a serious strafe. The best organisation in the world -will not get 500 more or less passive resisters satisfactorily -transplanted from one place to another without -considerable difficulty, and the German arrangements at -Holzminden were ludicrously insufficient for their task. -The buildings were there, and that was about all. The -crockery had not arrived; there were three large boilers -in the German cook-house to cater for the bodily wants -of 500 English officers and 100 Germans; there were -two or three wretched cooking-stoves for our private -use; there were about half a dozen British orderlies—the -rest, we were told, were on their way; the bathroom -had not even been begun; the parcel room was not yet -open, nor was the canteen; the German staff were incomplete, -new to the ropes, and totally inefficient. The -Commandant was a kindly old dodderer of about seventy -who left everything in the hands of the Camp Officer; -and the Camp Officer, as we were to know before very -long and as a good many knew quite well already, was -the most plausible villain and the biggest liar in Germany. -Hauptmann Karl Niemeyer will figure perforce largely -in these pages. Let him be introduced to the reader as -he introduced himself to us on our arrival in the camp. -It was one of his stock ‘turns.’</p> - -<p class='c008'>Twenty-five of us had arrived at midnight from -Heidelberg, dead tired and hungry, and had been -greeted in fluent Yank beneath the flaring electric lamp -at the door of the Kommandantur by someone whom at -first sight and sound we took to be rather a genial and -sympathetic person. He told us that he was glad to see -us, that he was always glad to see any Englishman, that -he had been great friends with the English himself before -the war, and that he hoped to be so again. But -that in the meanwhile war was war. That we had -better, y’know, write straight away to our friends for -our thickest clothes, y’know. It was very cold here in -winter, y’know—(he did not then add that there was -also very little fuel and that wood was going to cost us -18 marks a pailful). He concluded his speech of welcome -on a note of old-world hospitality which made us -think of bedroom candles and a comforting ‘night-cap’:—</p> - -<p class='c008'>“So now, yentlemen, I expect you will be glad to go -to your bedrooms. I will wish you good-night. You -will be searched in the morning.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>We crawled upstairs full of hope and were sorted -out into three of the upper rooms reserved for newcomers. -There was nothing to eat and no night lingerie -to slip into; and we were locked in because we had not -been searched.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the morning we appeared again, empty and unshaven, -for the search. Our kind mentor of the night -before must have pierced our secret, for almost his first -enquiry was whether we had breakfasted. A menial -was then despatched to bid the cook provide breakfast -for the <i>Herren</i> with all despatch, and we solaced our -impatience with unreasoned thoughts of a sizzling -rasher, or at least some <i>wurst</i>. Breakfast, when it came, -was one cup each of <i>ersatz</i> coffee, and lukewarm at that. -But the genial Karl pretended not to understand our -disgust.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It must be admitted that he did not confine his -innocent pranks to the newly captured. All was fish -that came to his net. The only difference was that he -got so little change out of those who knew the ropes. -They, for instance, might have guessed what “breakfast” -(German 1917 version) meant. Also they knew -their rights and how far he—and they—could go, -pretty well to the last centimetre. So, be it added, did -he. It was one thing for the whole camp to laugh at -him on <i>appel</i> (roll-call). Laughing and shouting on -<i>appel</i>—Homeric ripples of merriment or short sharp -barks from the entire assembly—were recognised as -means of entering effective protest when the Germans -began to exceed their prerogatives. But it would be -quite another thing to tell Niemeyer to his face to shut -up. One officer did this and was promptly marched -off to the cells. These two had waged bitter war since -Ströhen days and the Englishman had renewed the -offensive by openly refusing to shake Niemeyer’s hand -on arrival at Holzminden. It was natural that the -latter should get back on him as soon as the opportunity -arrived. Holding, as he did, all the scoring cards, -Niemeyer never went out of his way to avoid trouble. -On the contrary, he welcomed it. His power to deal -with the situation to his own satisfaction only failed -when, as sometimes happened, his temper passed completely -beyond his control.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Under him, and in charge of Kaserne A, was one -Gröner, a saturnine, sallow, heavy-moustachioed fellow, -reputed a schoolmaster in civil life, and from all appearances -a worthy exponent of Kultur. By the -Schwarmstedt lot he was known and loathed, and his -stomach bulged temptingly as he stalked on to our <i>appel</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And there was Ulrich, who arrived shortly after the -opening of the camp and assumed command of B -Kaserne and its two hundred and fifty inhabitants. -Ulrich had stopped something very recently in the -Passchendaele fighting and was generally understood to -be “swinging the lead.” At all events no brisker or -jauntier figure was to be seen most days of the week. -But if a General hove in sight, or there was a rumour -of further drastic combings-out in the home service -cadres, Ulrich forthwith assumed a halt and woe-begone -gait. His chest caved in, his left leg lagged behind his -right, and he appeared supremely miserable and C3. -These seizures were chronic, but were noticed to be of -brief duration. For the rest, Ulrich was polite, but a -doubtful character. To a privileged few he was communicative -and expressed his doubts as to the orthodoxy -of the conduct of prison camps in the Xth Army Corps. -But his billet depended on his keeping in with the -authorities; he was a border-line case for the front, -and he had a wife and numerous children. What would -you, or he?</p> - -<p class='c008'>Let us take the opportunity to introduce the rest of -the minor characters. There was a <i>Feldwebel-Leutnant</i> -called Welman who rejoiced—justly enough—in the -sobriquet of the “Jew Boy.” He had never been to -the front, was reported to be permanently unfit and to -get fifty per cent. of the profits of the canteen. At all -events he was the officer in charge of the Quartermaster’s -Department in this Camp, and was credited accordingly -with a snug war billet. He was not discourteous, but -if unduly harassed by his own superiors, or by a long -row of sneeringly critical English, he became excited, -and his voice used to sound as if it came out of the -bridge of his Semitic nose. He spoke vile Berlinese and -was generally regarded as a harmless enough little soul -with a capacity for business.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was “Square-eyes,” an old farmer Feldwebel -who had been promised his discharge months since and -loathed his present job. He never made an enemy -among the English in the camp and used to speak -broken English, beaming through enormous horn -spectacles. Unfortunately his reign did not last long. -Either his discharge came, or he was regarded by the -authorities as too mild for his job. At all events he left -us comparatively early.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And there were other gentlemen Feldwebels who -construed their duties too humanely for the taste of the -authorities and were removed; and one or two who -gained full approbation, and remained to add to the -gaiety of things.</p> - -<p class='c008'>What a fate to have the charge of officers in a prison -camp! Theirs was not an enviable lot. If they were too -severe, they forfeited all moral control over us. If they -were too complaisant, they risked losing their jobs. There -was no more difficult fence on which to sit and preserve -balance. A few—the more democratic—were doubtless -intrigued by the idea of exercising control on the sacred -officer class; on most it weighed as an irreconcileable -anomaly.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One little fellow, Mandelbrot, curiously combined -respect and authority in his behaviour to us. He was -an incorrigible disciplinarian and never allowed any -liberties. But if he had to address a British officer, -whatever the officer’s rank, he would click his heels together -and stand to attention.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The first ten days at Holzminden were chaos itself. -Even Niemeyer was unable to exert himself as actively -inimical in the complete disorganisation. He was too -busily engaged in strafing his own staff. Moreover, he -was as yet only Camp Officer. The doddering old -Commandant still reigned and Niemeyer’s time was -largely spent in interposing his unwelcome oar into -conversations between the Commandant and an aggrieved -senior British officer.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The English, moreover, were at sixes and sevens -amongst themselves. It was frankly a struggle for food. -Schwarmstedt, as stated, had brought very few tins. -We from Baden had none. The German commissariat -was of course execrable. There was no “common box” -or relief store of tins and food for new-comers such as -had been instituted in the prosperous days of Crefeld -and Gütersloh, when the odd captives straggled in from -the battle of the Somme and found plenty awaiting -them. Parcels had in many cases been already countermanded -on the strength of the Holland rumour, in -others they were in process of being diverted from -Schwarmstedt, and this would probably be a matter of -weeks. For the first time since 1914 the old campaigners -were casting about for their next meal. It was a new -experience. The German canteen, of course, had nothing -edible for sale. There was barely fuel enough for our -few stoves; the baths were not yet open; the beds -were hard and rocky.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It needed but a brief acquaintanceship with the Xth -Corps to be able to put one’s finger on the <i>fons et origo -mali</i>, which went much deeper than the doddering -Commandant and his graceless Lieutenant. Everything -that was unpleasant in our new surroundings had been -hatched, we might be sure, at H.Q. from the brain of -von Hänisch, the fox, <i>General Kommandierende</i> of the -Corps. Now von Hänisch, besides being by nature fox-like, -had got a bad hammering from the English on the -Somme, and had lost many men, and his field command -into the bargain; and now, with a third or so of the -British officer prisoners-of-war in Germany under his -amiable tutelage, he was not the man to waste any time -in getting back on the country which had been the -means of breaking him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The camp was not ten days old before von Renard -took a preliminary prowl round his prize covert to -appraise the value of his new hunting grounds; the -magic word went forth “<i>Inspection</i>.” The taps were -turned on; the available brooms were brought forth; -the British orderlies—what there were of them—were -set on to every conceivable form of fatigue; the German -staff worked overtime, and general electricity pervaded -the place. And amidst the general preparations the -senior British officer girded up his loins for a battle -royal and noted down with his faithful adjutant a long -list of complaints....</p> - -<p class='c008'>It is the next day, some time after morning <i>appel</i>, -which the General has attended and which has passed -without incident. The senior British officer, the better -to forward his many just claims, has ordered a punctiliously -correct parade.</p> - -<p class='c008'>From Room 69 on the second floor of Kaserne A -we may get a good view of the interview which, one -way or the other, is destined to fashion our existence -for the immediate future. The General having made a -tour of the Camp is about to pass through the gate into -the precincts of the Kommandantur. Our senior officer -will apply for an interview. The General will doubtless -unbend so far as to go through the form of one.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He is surrounded by his staff, as well as by the old -Camp Commandant, with his insufferable Camp Officer, -the Paymaster, and the other officers attached to the -camp. They are grouped respectfully behind their -Chief, very splendid in their best uniforms, and stiff as -pokers. Every now and again he turns and addresses -a question to one of them, and then the poker back -grows even stiffer, and the gloved hand goes up to the -peaked cap in salute and stays there till the General is -pleased to turn away again. How we used to loathe -this German habit. One conceived a frantic longing to -tear their hands forcibly away and fasten them down. -It seemed so thoroughly Prussian, this habit of talking -to their superiors as if they were shading their eyes -from the sun! How infinitely better our own brisk -method seemed than this long-drawn apotheosis!</p> - -<p class='c008'>The interview is graciously accorded and takes place -on the bleak patch of grass graced by the euphemistic -title of <i>Spielplatz</i> and already worn bare by the trampling -to and fro of 500 pairs of feet. Here, against the back -wall of the squalid cook-house, across one of the dining -room tables (symbol of conference!), ringed in by smug -supercilious Huns, and with the eyes of his own -countrymen riveted on him from the adjoining barrack, -our senior officer joins the issue. It exemplifies the -scant attention which has been paid to the spokesman -of the British community that the interview should be -held in the open air, almost as an afterthought, instead -of, as it should properly have been held, in the Kommandantur -itself.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The senior British officer has no enviable task, but -he has at least the armour of experience and knows how -far he may go and to what he is entitled. Years of this -sort of thing—ever since First Ypres—have taught him -that only too well. There is nothing novel to him in -this interview; only that the nature of the Hun -opposite to him partakes of the attributes of the fox -rather than of the pig, and that he has if possible a -stiffer job in prospect than ever heretofore, and one -which he would gladly delegate.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It is no sinecure being senior officer in a bad German -prison camp. “The stiffest job I ever took on in my -life,” a veteran of both the Boer and the European war -was heard to say once. “I have never known a position -where one weak link in one’s own argument, one single -individual who is beyond control, will so completely -crack one’s line of defence.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>But of that anon. For the present we will follow -Major Wyndham at his uphill task, as the interview -begins. He trusts to his own moderate German rather -than to an interpreter and speaks direct to the Fox, who -listens with eyes askance and a sneer on his face.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The first complaint is the building accommodation. It -is at present quite inadequate. There are no public -rooms, no library, one solitary cook-house, and no bathroom. -When are these going to be allowed, please?</p> - -<p class='c008'>The General confers. The extra cook-house and the -bathroom will be put up as soon as possible. As to the -public rooms and the library, there is nothing in the -Regulations which prescribes for these. They have been -permitted in other camps, but that was a luxury.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But every German officers’ camp in England has at -least one public room. It is well known.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“That may be. But England is not Germany. It is -war-time, and the English officers must learn to do -without luxuries.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Is it to be understood that this is a ‘strafe’ camp?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It may please the English officers to understand -that. It is deserved <i>allerdings</i>. Next please.” The -General glances at his watch.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The next complaint is the size of the exercise ground. -It is too small to admit of games being properly played. -There is plenty of room if the General will permit the -barbed wire fence on the southern side to be moved -back 15 yards. It will not encroach on the allotments. -And a corner at the south-east end of the camp might -also with advantage be put inside the wire.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This is a reasonable proposition. As things are, we -can play a half-sized game of hockey on the available -ground. One half-sized game of hockey will not go far -amongst 550. And there is no necessity for the curtailment. -Along the southern side of the ground the inner -wire runs parallel to the outer wall, but full 40 yards -away from it; immediately under the wall are the allotments -of the camp staff. There is a space 20 yards in -breadth between the wire and the allotments. Why -should we not have this? One can do a lot with 20 -yards on a hundred yards’ stretch in a prison camp.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Foxy-face knows only too well where he can hit -us on the raw, and is obdurate. “Later, perhaps, we -will see, but now impossible. Neither can the gymnasium -at the south-eastern end, or any of the ground round it, -be included.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Next on the programme comes the conduct of the -Camp Officer. Why has Hauptmann Niemeyer, whose -behaviour at Ströhen Camp has been already reported -to and strongly condemned by the <i>Kriegsministerium</i> -(War Office), been again placed in a position of responsibility -in so large a camp? Has the General been made -aware of his previous record?</p> - -<p class='c008'>The senior British officer regrets that he cannot command -greater fluency as he makes this point-blank -attack. If he succeeds, Niemeyer will have to go. If -he fails, it will be war to the knife between the two of -them, and he knows it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But the General has already prejudged the issue and -our Major might just as well have saved his powder. -Niemeyer has been standing with his hand at the peak -of his cap for three minutes gabbling all the time. A -clever man can get quite a lot of self-justification into -three minutes. He will stay. We can trust him for -that ... the General beams on his faithful henchman.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Major sees that it is hopeless, but keeps his -temper and carries on. There is one more complaint, -and a big one, for it touches honour rather than comfort. -It is on the delicate subject of parole.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Now it should be explained that in the Great War -captivity meant confinement in the strictest sense of -the term, and the roystering days at Verdun in the -Napoleonic Wars were not repeated. In those days -prisoners on parole kept their private apartments, their -carriages, and their mistresses, and racketed, if they -wished to—so long as they kept within a reasonable and -elastic law—to their heart’s content. In the Great War -it was the wish, rightly and clearly expressed by Lord -Grey, that officers should use the privileges of parole -to take walks outside the camp only when they could -not get sufficient exercise within it to keep themselves -fit. When, therefore, in previous camps the British had -availed themselves of this privilege, they had been in -the habit, before starting on the walk, of handing in a -signed card to the Germans on which it was stated that -they undertook not to do two things:—to escape or in -any way to facilitate future escape, or to damage German -property. The arrangement had proved perfectly -satisfactory.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But at Holzminden, when the cards were produced -for us to sign, there was a whole charter of other things -that we must or might not do when we went out for -walks. We were required, for instance, to sign to the -effect that we would unhesitatingly obey the orders of -the German officer or N.C.O. accompanying us; this -hit at the whole basis of the parole idea. We were -asked to append our names underneath a clause which -stated that we <i>knew</i> that the breaking of our parole was -punishable with the death penalty; this merely insulted -our intelligence. We were determined that we would -either take walks on parole on the terms of heretofore -or not take them at all. This spirit of dogged conservatism -when there was so clearly everything to lose and -nothing much to gain might seem petty and unreasonable, -were it not remembered, firstly, that any attempt -to interfere with our parole was in honour bound to be -furiously contested, and secondly, that if in the course -of business you conceded the German an inch, he was -pretty certain shortly to make overtures for a mile.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Such, at any rate, is the opinion of the senior British -officer, as he now bluntly demands the <i>status quo ante</i> -in the matter of parole.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The General laughs and turns to his escort. Who -are these British after all who should set themselves up -on so high a pedestal? It is known that their parole -was broken at Schwarmstedt, in the spirit, if not actually -in the letter. The Major asks for corroborative detail. -It is given and denied roundly.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The high and mighty <i>Stellvertreter Kommandierende -General</i> does not lightly brook flat contradiction in his -own domain, and begins to lose his temper. In other -words, he begins to shout. The word “Baralong,” spat -out so that all can hear, floats up to our upper window. -He is presumably making some general allegation against -the lost British sense of honour. Neither is our Major -quite so cool as he was; “Lusitania” counters “Baralong.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>There is no further any attempt at concealment and -the Fox bares his teeth in a snarl.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“If every Englishman in this command,” he storms, -“got his deserts he would be shot.” And he stalks away -with his staff in a white heat of passion.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The senior British officer sends for his Adjutant and -an order goes round the camp that all parole cards will -be torn up and no walks will take place until an apology -is forthcoming.</p> - -<div id='illo030' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_030_facing.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>View from Kaserne B, showing skating rink made in January 1918.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The apology took months to come. It took weeks -only to report the full circumstances of the case to -the British Legation in Holland, thence to the Dutch -Minister in Berlin, and finally to the Kriegsministerium -itself. And in the meanwhile 500 odd British officers -took their sole exercise in the slushy compound, pounding -round and round the eternal triangle, forbidden to play -games, and longing for the frost which would at least -enable them to build a slide.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And on the evening after the General’s departure a -groan went up from the entire <i>appel</i> as the Interpreter -announced the fact that the aged Commandant had taken -his expected departure and that Hauptmann Niemeyer -reigned in his stead.</p> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c005' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='II' class='c006'>CHAPTER II<br /> <br />NIEMEYER—AND PINPRICKS</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>What has been told may serve as a prologue. The -curtain at Holzminden did not really go up till Niemeyer -came into his own. He became on his accession even -more truculent than hitherto. War was openly declared -between himself and the senior British officer. The cells -rapidly filled up with officers whom he had incarcerated -for an innocuous stare, a failure to salute at 30 paces -distance, or more than likely for no reason at all. We -became accustomed to the sight and sound of this gentle -knight outside our Kaserne in the morning about a -quarter to eight, storming up and down in a black gust of -bilious passion, harrying everybody—Germans, British, -officers, orderlies—anyone, in short, who crossed his -path. “I give you three days right away,” “I guess you -know I am the Commandant,” and similar phrases floated -up to us as we lay in bed half asleep and warned us that -we might expect a visit at any moment. Sometimes, in -the beginning, he came into our rooms in person and -made facetiously offensive remarks to our unresponsive -forms. But later his sense of dignity deprived us of the -pleasure of his company at these early hours, and he -preferred to prowl about outside in general supervision, -while sentries and N.C.O.’s, acting to orders, and sheepish -or blatant according to their natures, banged upon our -doors, and with a raucous <i>Aufstehen</i> (“get up”) contrived -as a rule to bring back reality.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We were supposed to be up by 8 o’clock. If we were -not, there was always the risk that one of the sentries -might interpret his duties too literally and pull us out. -This insult was of quite frequent occurrence, and it resulted, -as may be supposed, in friction of the most serious -kind. Someone would probably shout down at Niemeyer -in the enclosure “Take your — sentries away,” and -Niemeyer would at once storm his way up to have a -personal investigation on the spot. The hate at that -unseasonable time in the morning could be very direct, -and usually resulted in the Commandant bagging a brace -or so more for “jug.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>It need not be added that these visits aroused intense -resentment. It was so obvious that they were only intended -to annoy. The pretext was that we were so -habitually late on the 9 o’clock <i>appel</i>. The answer to -that was that in a crowd of 500 odd a great many would -be late at any <i>appel</i>, be it fixed for 9 or 10, or even 12. -Let those who were late take their chance of punishment. -Another argument advanced by Niemeyer was that according -to the regulations every room had to be swept -and garnished by 10 a.m. Our reply was that they always -were. Our own orderlies were responsible for that job, -and they performed it when they were not called away -from their own task on a German fatigue. And in their -unavoidable absence we cleaned up our rooms and made -our beds ourselves.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This little game was in fact no more than one of a -series of pinpricks; taken by itself we could have made -light of it. But the snowball of pinpricks gathered weight -as the camp got under weigh and Niemeyer grew more -and more secure in his position.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Niemeyer succeeded in impregnating the entire camp -with an atmosphere of acute discontent and jumpiness, -and no one knew this better than himself. It was, as a -matter of fact, a remarkably fine achievement for one -man, for Holzminden might have been from the start -a happy camp. The air was good, the view was good, -the buildings were waterproof, the water supply was good. -Only the Commandant was vile.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The man who controlled the welfare of approximately -one-quarter of the English officers at this time prisoners-of-war -in Germany had for 17 years besmirched by his -presence the province of Milwaukee, U.S.A. His twin -brother, Heinrich, of Clausthal Camp in the same command, -boasted a similar record—what they had done -during the 17 years nobody exactly knew. The brethren -were practically doubles, and rivalled each other in the -calculated arrogance, animosity, and deceit which, for the -best part of a year, busied a thousand souls in devising -suitable post-bellum punishments for the estimable pair. -If a comparison had to be made, it might be said by those -in a position to know that Harry was the worse on occasions, -but that Charlie had it for sheer, dogged, day-in -day-out nastiness. In any case there was not much in it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was a concatenation of unfortunate circumstances -that two watch-dogs of such a breed and temper happened -to be lying idle in the Hanover kennels when the word -went forth for a general British strafe in the Xth Army -Corps. It was always understood that the pair had -weathered a search on the high seas by a British destroyer -when crossing over from America to the service -of their beloved Fatherland. As to Charles, it was reported -that he had been given some form of a command -on the Somme, but had lost it again within a brief period. -He was certainly fond of referring in no uncertain way -to his dreadful experiences in that battle—which was, if -anything, a pretty sure indication that he had never been -near it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The reason for the high favour in which the Niemeyers -were held at Hanover was always something -of an enigma. It was supposed by some that they could -trace their patronage to even Higher Quarters than the -Army Corps Commander. The appointments of Camp -Commandants, we were once told by a friendly Dutchman -from the Berlin Legation, were in the giving of the -Emperor. He alone could make and unmake. There -was no reason to suppose this particular Dutchman was -lying to us, and he had come straight from the Hague, -where Lord Newton was at the time endeavouring to -thrash out an acceptable exchange agreement with the -German representatives. Certain it is that, despite the -strongest representations ever since the departure of the -first party for exchange to Holland—from British officers -to the British General commanding in that country, from -the General to the War Office, from the War Office back -again to the British Legation in Holland, from the Legation -to the Dutch Government, and from the Dutch -Government to Berlin—the pair stuck like leeches, and -retired, by the back door, only at such an advanced -period in the war that it had become evident that not -even the patronage of the All Highest was likely to -avail them much any longer. If true, it is an index of -the system.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But most of us were sceptical of this explanation. It -appeared more reasonable to suppose that the Niemeyers -were helping Hänisch in butter from our parcels and -getting carte blanche as a <i>quid pro quo</i>. There is no doubt -at all that Charles used to steal, although he took good -care to cover his tracks<a id='r4' /><a href='#f4' class='c016'><sup>[4]</sup></a>.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f4'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r4'>4</a>. </span>When the parcel room at Holzminden was cleared out after the armistice, a trap-door was found in the floor, thus allowing access from under the guard-room. Niemeyer expressed the greatest astonishment.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>In appearance they were typically Hunnish, but of -the commercial rather than the military brand. Bullet -heads with close-cropped grey hair; florid complexion; -grey moustachios with the usual Kaiser twirl; heavy jowl -and thick neck. Charles Niemeyer used to wear his cap -at a rakish angle on the back of his head. He was never -seen out of his Prussian military greatcoat except during -a severe heat wave, or without his spurs. Like most of -his countrymen he carried a swelling paunch, which protruded -as he walked or stood even more prominently -than its circumference warranted. Sometimes he carried -a stick, but more usually he thrust both hands deep into -his greatcoat pockets, from which they were only occasionally -withdrawn to return a salute. He smoked -large numbers of cigars. All these outward characteristics -gave him a most plebeian appearance singularly at variance -with that of the usual dapper and punctilious regimental -officer.</p> - -<div id='illo036' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_036_facing.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>Karl Niemeyer.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>His voice was the most astounding thing about him. -It was really a most delicately modulated instrument -capable of the softest and most sycophantic coo or the -most guttural bellow, as occasion demanded. Niemeyer -used to speak his native tongue extremely fast, babbling -along without any of the harsh scraping dissonances that -one usually associated with it, and quite unintelligibly -to the ordinary English ear. His English was simply -bar-tender Yank, extremely fluent within certain stock -limits and every now and then including a ludicrous error; -also, when he wished it, suitably foul. He sometimes -made absurd mistakes. Thus he would say “I will have -you arrested right now—in five minutes,” or (his best) -“You think I do not understand the English, but I -do. I know dam all about you.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Right away,” “cost price,” the enclitic “Yes-no” at -the end of a sentence, and other absurdities abounded in -his speech. “Cost price” was a particular favourite. -You could get “cost price” jug for any period: or you -could be “told something straight, yes cost price, I guess.” -He cherished the idea that “cost price” represented what -was plain and unequivocal, an index to the straight-dealing -methods of alien saloon managers in far Milwaukee. -Sometimes, when a grievance involved the use of technical -English beyond his range, he would blind at us in German, -which we infinitely preferred, as it gave the comedians -an opportunity for looking uncomprehendingly asinine -and shouting in chorus <i>nichts verstehen</i> (“don’t understand”), -which infuriated him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>With Niemeyer first impressions were not actually -unpleasing, as he had clear blue eyes and a voice which, -as I have said, when under control was not unmusical. -New arrivals at the camp, unless they had been forewarned -or had had previous dealings with him, were inclined -to size him up as a friendly, if over-familiar, old -bounder.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He used to walk about with a retriever puppy, which -was a source of considerable annoyance to its owner, as -it was invariably on better terms with the prisoners-of-war, -who used sometimes to feed it, than with himself. -The only occasions on which he was ever seen to stoop -was when bending down to coax the puppy to follow -its rightful master.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He treated his dependants as beings of another world—“like -dogs” would be too mild a term, for Niemeyer -was quite restrained in his dealings with the puppy. -He was never seen to return his men’s salutes; he only -returned ours as the result of frequent protests. His -conduct towards the British orderlies was just the same, -except that his vituperation had to be done in English -and with therefore more limited scope. To the British -officers, except in his moods of Berserker fury, he would -be either coldly polite or else offensively hail-fellow-well-met, -as the mood took him. If he had any hobbies -we did not hear of them. He neither walked nor rode -nor indulged in any sport. Once in a blue moon he went -for a drive. He was a bachelor, and was understood to -loathe the sight of women. Whether he drank or drugged -or gambled his many spare hours away at Holzminden -is not known. We did not certainly identify him with -literary tasks. The knowledge of his power was his -main solace, and there is no doubt that he often stirred -up trouble in the camp for the sake of trouble. To some -such motive only could be ascribed his relentlessly literal -interpretation of the Corps regulations. Under a reasonable -régime these would never have been pressed. Even -so, things at Holzminden would have gone smoothly -enough if he had been a gentleman. It was the fact that -even this modest provision had not been made on their -account that goaded the British to an intense intolerance -of the man and all his works; and he, in his turn, looked -for moral support to the authority which, with full knowledge, -had placed him where he was. Such was Captain -of the Reserve Karl Niemeyer.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He adopted the policy of alleviating our numerous -discomforts only by slow degrees or on the principle of -two steps backward for each one forward. A long string -of complaints was presented to him on the average about -twice a week. The bath-house was at length completed, -and the camp watch-dog was promptly lodged in it. -When remonstrated with, Niemeyer explained that there -was at present no room for the dog’s accommodation -in the Kommandantur. So we continued bath-less for -another month—those of us, at least, who could not face -an icy plunge in the horse-troughs on the <i>Spielplatz</i>. -When at length the bath-house was vacated and purged, -it was found that only two of the showers were effective.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Somebody broke one of the electric lamps in the -compound: all games were promptly stopped. This left -us literally with no outlet for exercise except the monotonous -“pound” in shorts and jersey round the camp -enclosure, or a furtive game of fives at the end of one -of the long corridors, for which it was not always easy -to “book a court”!</p> - -<p class='c008'>The distribution of parcels was kept in the hands of -the German personnel, and as a result hopeless chaos -and congestion reigned. In all previous camps the -British had efficiently organised the distribution of their -own parcels, no light task in the days when supplies from -home were unrationed and one recipient might claim as -many as twenty parcels in a week. When the consignments -diverted from other camps began to reach Holzminden, -the German parcel room was packed from floor -to ceiling with the accumulations. The most that Niemeyer -would at first allow in the nature of English -control in the parcel room was the services of two -orderlies. The presence of a British officer in the parcel -room, even on parole and for the express purpose of -supervising and facilitating delivery, was only permitted -when all other attempts to cope with the situation had -failed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was the same with the tin rooms, and here a word -of explanation is required. When a prisoner-of-war in -Germany drew his parcel from home he might not, -strictly speaking, merely walk off with it under his arm. -This practice was winked at in many easy camps, but -at Holzminden it was rigidly taboo. The regulations -stipulated that every article should be strictly censored -before issue. It was not enough to shake a tin to -ascertain its non-contraband nature. It had to be opened -by a German and its contents taken delivery of in a -plate or bowl. And if the contents were solid, such as, -for instance, a tinned ham, then that ham had to be cut, -bisected, quartered, or “Crippened” into just so many -fragments as would leave no room for doubt that a -compass or a map or a file did not remain concealed. -A ham or tongue, of course, was thus ruined. The -German employees in the tin room loathed this desecration -almost as much as we did; it gave them additional -work and seemed to them to be an act of unreasoning -vandalism. Poor devils! Some of them were honest, -although undoubtedly some stole. But it must have -been refined torture for them daily to sniff Elysium and -lack its joy, daily to mutilate <i>delicatessen</i> such as they -had not tasted for months and months, daily to handle -forbidden delights. But they had to do it, for they never -knew when the Commandant would not spring a surprise -visit on them. I have seen him take out a penknife on -such occasions and hack practically into mincemeat a -tongue which had been left comparatively whole, full of -zest for the service of the Fatherland and threatening -dire things to his staff if ever such an object was let off -so lightly again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But even the destruction of our food would have been -tolerable if we could have got at it with reasonable ease; -unfortunately the inadequacy of the arrangements extended -to the cellars where the tin rooms were located. -At the beginning of things there was one tin room for -the requirements of the whole camp. The tins were -brought down from the parcel room in wheelbarrows -and piled on racks in the tin room; there was no British -supervision; there were no lockers or partitions, and -the German staff could not read or understand English. -It was hardly to be wondered at, therefore, that before -a week was out the room was in complete confusion, -accentuated each day as the intake exceeded the offtake.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To get your tins opened you had to take your turn -in a queue. To be the first man in this queue it was -necessary, as a rule, to put in an appearance about half-past -seven in the morning. The last applicant was usually -served just before evening roll-call. All day the queue -crawled. It was a case of queue-crawling or missing a -day, English tins or German rations, and the inner man -won. The head of the queue was at the tin room door. -The rest of it coiled along the damp passage which -traversed the cellar floor, it sat and read on the steps of -the staircase that led down to the passage, often it overflowed -right into and out of the doorway of the Kaserne. -It was a mournful dispirited queue in those days. The -Germans took five or ten minutes to serve each man -and it was even odds that your tins wouldn’t be there. -And if you were very unlucky you might have an accident -with your tray on the return journey, upset your plates, -and have to begin all over again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So much for tins; but even so, the toil was not complete. -Supposing that you had emerged, weary but -victorious, from the cellars, you had still only the cold -and raw material for your meal; the urgent corollary -was to get this cooked, and to do so it was necessary to -fight for a place on the stoves. Holzminden at that time -boasted three cooking stoves with surface space for thirty -pots (including kettles) and a purely wood fuel supply. -It was hardly to be wondered at—so great was the -demand, and so slow the fire—that a great many did -not get on the stoves more than once in the day. -It is true that new and better stoves were being built -opposite to B Kaserne, but they were not yet ready. -For the moment it was a case of opportunism, watchfulness, -forcefulness if necessary, and devil take the -hindmost.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes the old German cook would take part of -the overflow on to his own capacious stoves in the -German cook-house and so ease the congestion. But he -was in deadly terror all the time that he would be seen -helping us from the Kommandantur, and he expected a -substantial consideration (in kind) for the risk he took -on our behalf. Such consideration it was not in the power -of some of us to bestow.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We from the sorting camps were feeling the pinch -about now, and were living, most of us, and apart from -the German ration, on precarious charity. At Karlsruhe -we had blown ourselves out on tomatoes and bread: at -Heidelberg we had added relish to the bread, with an -occasional pot of honey from their well-stocked canteen. -But in the canteen at Holzminden there was nothing to -eat beyond a very nauseous paste. Some of us were lucky -and fell in with a well-stocked mess; the rest of us waited -blankly for our relief parcels, eking out with a tin here -and a tin there, frying bread in dripping, lucky if we -could see a meal ahead. For the first time in our lives -we knew hunger; not so fiercely as our successors in -1918 were to know it, but more fiercely perhaps than -the veterans of 1914 and 1915, who, whatever their -other tortures, had at least come as prisoners into a -country where food was to be had for the purchasing.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Finally there was the question of fuel. It was October -now, and the days in Brunswick were no longer balmy. -Each of our rooms—scheduled to hold twelve—possessed -a stove, but there was nothing to put in the stove. -We saw woods on the horizon to three sides of us. The -regulations, we understood, permitted us the daily ration -of a German soldier in the field. But no wood was -forthcoming, except what was brought for the consumption -of our three cooking stoves. A dangerous minority -endeavoured, as usual, to destroy the comfort of the -community by stealing this cooking supply. The practice -was sternly stopped. Then recourse was had to the -stools in the dining rooms. These blazed well for a -night or two, but were naturally not replaced, and we -had all the fewer stools to sit upon. Finally those who -preferred a blaze to a night’s rest sacrificed their bed -boards. It was reckless jettison, but excusable. The -Camp Commandant had broken faith with us over the -fuel question if possible more flagrantly than over others, -and the camp was justly incensed. One day a representative -of the Dutch Legation in Berlin had been down -to visit us. On the morning of his arrival the Commandant, -scenting the trouble which might be expected -on this as on other issues, had caused it to be proclaimed -at morning <i>appel</i> that from that day fuel would be issued -free (loud cheers!). We might have known. We never -got a faggot free. The representative carried out his -colourless inspection, and that evening we were as cold -as before. The end of this particular campaign was that -ultimately, and under the extreme pressure of the increasing -cold, we paid for wood at the rate of 40 marks -a cubic metre. The only people who got fuel free were -those under detention in the cells.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Every now and again a waggon-load of briquettes used -to come in under escort for discharge in the coal cellars -of Kaserne B. On these occasions we used to help -unloading the waggon—but not into the coal cellars. -A crowd of officers with British warms and trench coats -with capacious pockets suddenly appeared from nowhere, -swarmed round the waggon and its disconcerted sentinel, -and contrived to get a bit of their own back.</p> - -<p class='c008'>For rank exploitation, however, the food supply was -<i>facile princeps</i>. We might forgive the Germans for the -food they offered us; we could not forgive them either -for the way they served it or for the price they made -us pay for it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In one of the cellars aforementioned our year’s potato -supply was stored. This came in in October. Three -English orderlies were on permanent fatigue in this cellar, -peeling the daily potato ration for the camp. When the -peeling was complete the potatoes were thrown into one -of the two large coppers in the German cook-house (the -other contained hot water) and were boiled up in relentless -conjunction with the other ingredients billed for -that particular day. It did not matter what they were; -everything went into the hotch-potch, and, so long as it -eventually boiled and was ladled out into big pails for -despatch to the dining rooms, all was well. On Sundays -there was an occasional lump of horse-flesh floating in -the stew and some green vegetable which might fairly -be classified as “a not too French French bean”; on -one Sunday, as a variation, the skull of a cow complete -except for skin and ears was found floating in the pot. -On other days plain <i>sauerkraut</i>, or its equivalent nastiness. -Occasionally there was some barley grain which, with -many of us, did duty as porridge for our next morning’s -breakfast.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Such was our bill of fare for the mid-day meal. Our -breakfast was <i>ersatz</i> coffee: our supper was an attenuated -version of our lunch. And for this we were mulcted -monthly to the tune of 60 marks a head. No doubt this -charge would have been exceeded, if it had been possible; -but an agreement between the British and German -Governments had fixed the sum of 60 marks as the limit -which a subaltern prisoner-of-war might receive as pay -whilst in captivity, and the Germans could not therefore -legally charge any more. As it was, there was nothing -left on which a subaltern might come and go for ordinary -out-of-pocket expenses in the canteen or in camp subscriptions; -and to meet these requirements he had to -draw a cheque on his bankers which was discounted with -a neutral agent by the Germans at a ruinous rate of -exchange for himself and with a very comfortable margin -of profit for everybody else concerned.</p> - -<p class='c008'>No one, of course, who could live on his own supply -of tins thought of looking at the German food. It was -too impossibly served. Messes would sometimes depute -one of their members to make a dive into the soup tub -and rescue some of the better looking potatoes wherewith -to supplement the evening stew.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The poor quality of the diet was accepted as directly -attributable to the beleaguered state of Germany. We -knew that the sentries and the staff personnel were -getting the same, and that probably the people in the -town were faring little better. What we did resent was -that we were not allowed to take over our ration in bulk -and exercise control as to the manner of its cooking, and -also that we were not allowed a rebate for what we did -not require.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was only one visible means of retaliation—scrupulously -“drawing” the whole of the weekly ration -of Boche bread and as scrupulously wasting it or burning -it. That never failed to create a commotion, and it was -made, before very long, a punishable offence.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Almost weekly the messing question figured prominently -on the agenda for the senior officer’s conference -with the Commandant. Weekly the same privileges -were demanded—control of the raw supply, supervision -in the kitchen, an equivalent return in money for what -we did not require. Weekly the Commandant returned -evasive and unsatisfactory replies, and shifted the onus -of responsibility on to convenient and distant Hanover. -To the end we were not quite sure that he might not, -in this one instance, be really telling the truth. The -messing system in the Hanover command might really -conceivably be directed from a centralised control; but -if so, how to reconcile our system with that at Clausthal -in the same command, where rebate was allowed as a -matter of course?</p> - -<p class='c008'>Later on, damning evidence was collected to prove -that we were not getting more than two-thirds of our -scheduled weight. As a sop we received the unheard-of -concession of getting our potatoes in their jackets on two -days in the week.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There is little doubt, in the retrospect, that our messing -at Holzminden probably afforded the easiest field for -exploitation, so little interest was taken, during most -of the period, in the garbage which was offered us, and -so regular and secure was the payment, a credit from -our own unsuspecting Government debited automatically -against us in our account before we had even the opportunity -to turn it into <i>Lager Geld</i>, as the paper currency -of the camp used to be called. It was hardly to be -wondered at that the Supply branch of the German army -should have been so venal; the opportunities for profiteering -must have been unlimited.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes a Quartermaster-General used to come -round on inspection and sniff the mess in the coppers -and admire the stoves. With him in close attendance -one probably saw the people who were really getting at -us, the <i>Verwaltung Leute</i> (“Q” people) of the place. -They were seedy, suspicious-looking folk, thin enough -in spite of their obvious battening at our expense. The -General himself was a fairly poor specimen of his class. -He drove up to the camp from the station even in the -finest weather in a closed carriage and behind one feeble -nag. He was obviously zealously misinformed about -everything, and our quarrel lay not with him, any more -than we should have visited the sins of an over-astute -quartermaster on the shoulders of some old dug-out at -Corps H.Q.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Later on, in 1918, we heard how things had been -done at Rastatt in Baden, where hundreds of British -officers lay all day on their beds too weak to move for -weeks on end. There too, where the stuff that we -spurned would have been a banquet, the fault could be -brought home to the criminal maladministration, venality, -and neglect of the ghouls on the lower rungs of the <i>verwaltung</i> -staff. We have seen the diaries—</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Thursday half ration, complained but no explanation. -Friday a General came over to inspect. We were given -a double ration for dinner. Saturday half ration again”: -and so on.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But in their case it was deliberate cruelty as well as -exploitation.</p> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c005' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='III' class='c006'>CHAPTER III<br /> <br />INTRODUCING THE MAIN MOTIF</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>Such, in brief, were some of the major pinpricks in -this winter of our discontent. Needless to say that -from the beginning heads had been put together to -discover a means of escape. The camp did not, at first -sight, appear an easy one to get out of, but before we -had been there a month seventeen had been out. A -hole was made in the passage of Kaserne A at the end -next to the Kommandantur and through this parties in -twos and threes, and even in sixes and sevens, had -crept, walked down the stairs of the Kommandantur -and, in the guise of German sentries under an N.C.O., -made their exit through the main gate. When the first -party got away—three of them—their names were -answered for them on <i>appel</i> for the next day and a half, -giving them two full days’ start. This was the more -creditable performance as one of them was a field -officer, and as such paraded on <i>appel</i> with the few other -officers of his rank in the camp in front of the vulgar -herd, easy to be seen and equally easy to be missed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Unfortunately Niemeyer’s luck was in. All were -caught before they reached the Ems and were brought -back to the camp. The passage was discovered, the hole -was filled up, a system of permit cards initiated, and the -most promising escape channel in the camp was abandoned -as being no longer practicable. Niemeyer was -immensely relieved when the last of his errant lambs -was brought back for incarceration. He had had his -lesson and profited by it. Henceforth the English -should be allowed no rope.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So the wire was heightened and a No Man’s Land -was created round the enclosure between the line of -sentries and the Platz, wherein it was death to walk. -Censoring redoubled in vigilance. British control in the -parcel room seemed more distant an event than ever, -and Niemeyer became more blatantly cocksure than -before.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“You see, yentlemen,” he would say, “you cannot -get out now. I should not try; it will be bad for your -health.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And in reply, and having nothing very much better to -do, a select little band assumed the habits and characteristics -of moles and started on the long task which -was to result in convincing Niemeyer that he had made -a mistake, and that where there is a will there is also -somehow and somewhere a way.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The history of the Holzminden Tunnel is the history -of a great adventure. It was over 60 yards in length, -and it took nine months to complete. It was dug, except -for one brief period, in the hours of daylight between -morning and evening <i>appel</i>, and its workers, in order -to reach and return from the scene of their labours, -ran daily risks of being identified by the German sentries. -Much of it was dug through layers of stones; all of it -was dug with appliances that a miner would have -scorned. During all its long travail it was never actually -suspected—and this though the Camp Commandant -prided himself as the “cutest” gaoler in the Fatherland. -Lastly, it was above all expectations successful, and in a -way which satisfied to the full the dramatic proprieties.</p> - -<p class='c008'>An attempt has been made in this story to show its -readers something of Holzminden Camp as it was, not -because it bristled with barbarities, as some previous -accounts of it might have led credulous people to believe, -but because it did most effectively supply a -suitable background to the tunnel episode; a background -of grey, monotonous imprisonment, of minor indignities -considerable only in their cumulative effect, of -permanent tension, of seeming unendingness, and a -queer depression beyond the ordinary. All who were -there will testify to that. Holzminden, even in its -lighter moments, was a gloomier camp than many -where the actual conditions were infinitely worse.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The secrets of the tunnel are not the author’s at first -hand; he did not personally experience its dank embrace; -he did not “labour and pray” in its recesses -with a sense of intimate proprietorship. In fact, except -for some organising assistance on the actual night of -the escape, he had nothing actively to do with it. The -control of the enterprise rested in the hands of a select -few who were known as the “working-party” and on -whom devolved the whole responsibility of doing the -job and seeing that it was done in secret. It was impossible -for those whose business it was to keep in close -personal touch with the whole community to remain -long in ignorance of the identity of the various members -of this party. But what they were doing, how or exactly -where they were doing it, when they would finish -doing it—on these points one was not, and did not -expect to be, enlightened. When the working-party -discussed plans, they did so behind closed doors and in -an undertone. The results of their deliberations were -communicated to those whom it concerned and to those -alone. Once the shifts had been arranged there was no -need for a member of the party to do more than be in -his appointed place at the appointed time and carry -out his appointed task. In the intervals the less he -talked the better. It was only when the scheme was -nearing its maturity and when it became desirable to let -a favoured few into the secret that tongues began ever -so circumspectly to wag.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the essay became an event, and the tunnel the -one topic of conversation through the camp—and, be -it said, through Hanover as well—it was possible to -join the odd ends together and follow the whole enterprise -through in the retrospect from its modest beginning -to its glorious conclusion. This is all that this -account pretends to do.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c008'>At this juncture it may be well to describe the -premises.</p> - -<div id='illo053' class='figcenter id004'> -<img src='images/p_053.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>General plan of Holzminden Camp<br /><br />(Scale approx. 1 inch = 50 yards)</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The two Kasernes were identical in structure, but -the fact that the near end of Kaserne A was sacred to -the Kommandantur and the far end of Kaserne B was -set apart for orderlies gave rise to some more or less -improvised alterations in the internal structure. Here -it should be mentioned that “near end” means nearest -to the main gate. As you walked in through the main -gate the Kommandantur lay immediately on your left, -the sentries off duty sniggered at you from the guard-room -on your right, and the officers’ enclosure through -another (inner) gate directly faced you. The portion of -Kaserne A set apart for the English was that part which -was beyond the inner gate. The windows of the nearest -room to the gate on the ground floor were whitewashed -in order that we might not read—and thereby be in a -position to copy—the permit cards which it was necessary -for every German, military or civilian, to show the -sentry on duty before being permitted to pass in or out -of the prisoners’ enclosure. This regulation was a safeguard -introduced after the original escapes, and it used -to afford some amusement. On one occasion a sentry, -having been duly cautioned as to his orders, let Niemeyer -himself through without asking him for his card. -The result was an intensification of the air in the neighbourhood -for a good five minutes, and loud sounds -of merriment from the British quarter. Next day the -fellow, on his metal, stopped Niemeyer—in a hurry. The -sentry said very little, Niemeyer said a very great deal; -the consequence was that the sentry got seven days for -his pains, and the world—meaning the British quarter—again -cooed with merriment. But that is by the way.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Going straight on down the main cobble-stoned -thoroughfare of the camp, you reach Kaserne B, about -70 yards apart from Kaserne A.</p> - -<div id='illo054' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_054_facing.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>Kaserne B.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Kaserne B was a 50-yard long, ugly, four-storied -affair, with an entrance doorway and a flight of stairs at -each end of it. From each entrance doorway a few steps -<i>downward</i> brought you through another door to the -basement corridor—(the distinction between these doors -should be kept clear in mind). On the outer side of -this basement corridor, i.e. looking towards the uncommunicative -outer wire of the camp, were the punishment -cells; on the inner side were the various cellars—the -tin cellar, the bread cellar, the store cellar, the potato -cellar, and other cellars necessary for the economic -administration of the camp. Half way down the basement -corridor, and shutting off the British from any -possibility of prying into the cellars at its far end, was -a partition consisting of two doors usually locked.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The near entrance door was the officers’ entrance, the -far door the orderlies’ entrance. Going through a swing -door <i>opposite</i> the officers’ entrance on the ground floor, -you found yourself in a long corridor which traversed -the entire length of the building and connected about a -dozen large rooms wherein the inhabitants of the ground -floor lived, slept, and made shift generally. The rooms -averaged about twelve occupants apiece and looked out -on to the inner (enclosure) side. The lower part of -their windows had to be kept permanently shut, even -in the daytime, a source of never-failing contention and -resentment.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The first floor was the counterpart of the ground -floor, except that the windows might be opened and -the general appearance was correspondingly brighter. -At the end of each of these floors were the “small” -rooms which opened off in little passages or saps at -either end of the main corridor. These small rooms -constituted the wings of the main building, which was -constructed after the pattern and in the proportions of -an <span class='large'>E</span> minus its central appendage. The sketch shows -this clearly enough.</p> - -<p class='c008'>These rooms were keenly competed for. They held -three to four occupants each and the actual amount of -cubic space per occupant was less in them, if anything, -than in the larger ones. But the moral effect of only -having to reckon with the individual proclivities of two, -as against eleven, other of your fellow-men, was reckoned -as an inestimable advantage; and no sooner was -the rumour abroad of one of those periodical “general -posts” occasioned by the departure of a party for -exchange to Holland or elsewhere than the House -Adjutant’s<a id='r5' /><a href='#f5' class='c016'><sup>[5]</sup></a> room was besieged by a crowd of applicants -and their backers, the insistence of whose claims was, -as a rule, in exactly inverse proportion to their merit. -Thus A, who is being strongly run for the shortly-to-be-vacant -billet in Number 35, is a second lieutenant -with eight months’ experience of captivity, and B, whose -inclusion in Number 37 opposite seems no less essential -to its existing occupants, is a Flying Corps captain -aged 21, not yet through his first six months of <i>gefangenschaft</i>. -C and D, however, who have commanded -companies on the Somme, remain unchampioned and -unambitious in their large rooms amidst a welter of -disorder, discomfort, and possibly discord, and have to -be prodded into admitting that they wouldn’t mind if -they <i>did</i> get a little peace now and again. It is the way -of the world.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f5'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r5'>5</a>. </span>At Holzminden the senior British officer worked through a personal adjutant, known as the Camp Adjutant, who handed on orders to officers in charge of each Kaserne, known as House Adjutants.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>On the second floor there was the difference that two -large dining rooms were interspaced between the living -rooms. Dining room, it should be added, was a term -purely of courtesy. It is true that in these rooms the -large majority of officers in the Kaserne stored their -cooking utensils, prepared their food for cooking, and -gulped it down as quickly as might be when cooked. -But this feature of the rooms was not stressed, and -they were used in turn, and during the greater part of -the day, as theatres, lecture rooms, concert rooms, -reading rooms, and churches; on Saturday nights, or -whenever a “show” was on, officers were requested to -have finished their dinner by six. Dinner over, the -cups and plates were dumped in a convenient corner, -the tables were pushed up together to one end of the -room to form a solid platform, and in an incredibly -short space of time the drop scene and the wings were -hoisted triumphantly. Then, after two hours’ rapt forgetfulness -of the surroundings, down came the final -curtain, out trooped the audience, and back the tables -were pushed into their respective sites. The drill was -clockwork. There was nothing that we would less willingly -have foregone than our “shows,” and the scene-shifters -would have done so least of all.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But we must leave the dining rooms and mount the -stone staircase once again to the attic floor. This consisted -of a few small rooms at the near (Kommandantur) -end, and the orderlies’ quarters, with a stout wooden -partition, strengthened with sheet iron, in between. -The small rooms were remarkable only for their extreme -cold and the fact that one of them played a highly -important part in the subsequent proceedings. The -orderlies occupied the farther end of the attic floor. -We had the opportunity of inspecting their quarters -when we went up at certain fixed times to the baggage -room, which was at that end of the passage, to remove, -under the surveillance of a German Feldwebel, such -articles as we might require from our heavy luggage. -To do so we of course used the further (orderlies’) -staircase. This was supposed to be the only occasion -on which the officers might enter the building by the -further doorway. To check irregularities in this respect -a sentry was always placed at a spot outside the outer -wire and exactly opposite the doorway.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It should be added that—as the barrack was originally -built—the far ends of the ground, first, and second -floor corridors were exact replicas of the near ends, and -gave directly on to the orderlies’ staircase through -swing doors. These doors had at the outset been -securely boarded up. Early in the history of the camp -a trap-door had been made by some officers through the -boards on the dining room floor, but it had been discovered -by the Germans, who were now on their guard -for any repetition of the attempt; so that it was now a -physical impossibility to reach the orderlies’ quarters or -their staircase by any other means than walking in at -the further doorway. Similarly, orderlies could not -reach their own quarters except through their own -door.</p> - -<p class='c008'>From the near door of Kaserne A (the Kommandantur -door) to the far (orderlies’) door of Kaserne B was -a distance of some 150 or 160 yards and constituted -the base of the segment formed by the conformation of -the buildings and enclosure. The arc of the segment -was represented by the barbed wire fence with its -neutral zone which ran from just opposite the orderlies’ -door (E)—where it joined the outer wall—round the -semi-circular <i>Spielplatz</i> till it merged in the parcel -room and guard room opposite the Kommandantur. -The space thus enclosed between the base of the segment -and the arc represented the gross amount of outdoor -elbow room for the inmates of the camp, and -measured about 410 yards round. The net available -space was much less. One German and two English -cook-houses, a twenty-yard square potato patch, a wood -shed, cobble-stones, horse troughs, parallel bars, and a -cinder path running inside the wire, were factors which -considerably reduced our field of sport.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Just behind the length of the two Kasernes ran the -outer barrier, barbed wire superimposed on iron palings -five or six inches apart, with sentries on the inside and -later on the outside beat as well. The whole of the -ground directly between the two Kasernes, and again -between them and the outer barrier, was No Man’s -Land and forbidden to the British.</p> - -<p class='c008'>If you looked from the whitewashed window at the -end of the ground floor corridor in Kaserne B, you saw -an eight-foot wall between you and freedom. This wall -ran at right angles from the far end of the wired palings -and was wired on top. There was a sentry permanently -posted at the angle on the inner side, and early in the -year the defence was further strengthened by posting -an additional sentry outside. This fact had an important -bearing on the history of the tunnel.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The wall had a postern gate (D) just opposite the -orderlies’ entrance. This, of course, was always kept -locked. It was in any case impossible to get at without -either jumping from the end window of the corridor -and braving No Man’s Land, or cutting the wire near -its point of junction with the end of the building by -the orderlies’ door.</p> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c005' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='IV' class='c006'>CHAPTER IV<br /> <br />ESCAPES</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>Such, in brief, were the precautions of the Xth Army -Corps for our safe custody: bolted ground floor windows; -wire in abundance; an encircling belt of No Man’s -Land searched to its uttermost inch by strong electric -lamps; an absence of any ground that could by a stretch -of imagination be termed “dead”; police dogs and night -patrols; and withal a very formidable cordon of sentries -both within and, subsequently, without the camp. It -was not an easy nut to crack by the overland route.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After the original mode of exit—through the Kommandantur -in “A” House and out through the main -gate—had become known, and therefore obsolete, more -direct methods were practised, with, in many cases, great -bravery and ingenuity, but in all a regrettable absence -of success. Three of these escapades are perhaps deserving -of especial mention.</p> - -<div id='illo061' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_061_facing_a.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>Scene of the Walter-Medlicott attempt.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_061_facing_b.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>A dining-room at Holzminden.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The first<a id='r6' /><a href='#f6' class='c016'><sup>[6]</sup></a> of these will always be regarded by those -who saw it or knew of it as the bravest and at the same -time the coolest exploit of their prison experience. Both -the officers who performed it were subsequently killed—in -an attempt, it was said, to break away from their -guards after recapture following an escape from Bad -Kolberg. Unfortunately the English version of that -story will never be known, and the sworn evidence of -the sentries—that the British officers, after being delivered -over to their escort, and in spite of the most -stringent warnings, broke away and were mortally -wounded in doing so—remains, even if it be true, cold -comfort to their friends. It was the custom that an -attempt to escape, if resulting in capture, involved -automatic transfer to another camp, and of both -Medlicott and Walter, the heroes of this exploit, it -can be safely said that neither of them ever stayed -anywhere in Germany long enough to worry about -making themselves comfortable. Truly a proud record.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f6'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r6'>6</a>. </span>To Lieutenant Fitzgerald of the Australian Flying Corps and his companion—if either of them should read this—my apologies. They were the first men out from Kaserne B at Holzminden, cutting the wire opposite the orderlies’ entrance in broad daylight and getting as far as Munster in mid-winter before recapture. But unfortunately I do not know any further details of their escapade.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>On a Sunday afternoon in March the usual sort of -things were happening. There was the usual small knot -of people round the stoves in the Kaserne B cook-house. -There were the usual few taking their afternoon constitutional -up and down on the cobbles or round and round -on the cinder. There was the usual bored sentry moving -up and down on his particular beat in No Man’s Land -in the stretch between the two Kasernes. Except to -the favoured few in the secret, there was the usual -complete absence of life or interest in the sombre enclosure.</p> - -<p class='c008'>From the shadow of the cook-house two officers, -wearing civilian disguise and carrying bulging rucksacks, -walked steadily over the cobbled track, through the -plain wire fence, across No Man’s Land, and up to the -wired railings which formed the northern boundary of -the camp, and which can be seen in the left of the -photograph. Those who were there to see them gave -one gasp of amazement, and then directed an agonized -look in the direction of the sentry. He was nearing -the lee of Kaserne A, still on the outward portion of -his beat, and was not due to turn for another fifteen -seconds or so. They pushed their packs through the -interstices of the palings on to the road, Walter shinned -up the palings, cut the strands of barbed wire, threw -back the cutters to accomplices waiting in the enclosure, -and dropped into the road. Medlicott followed. Then -they assumed their packs and pulled out their civilian -hats. As the sentry turned on his beat, two unassuming -pedestrians were to be seen walking up the road -which ran parallel to the camp towards the railway crossing -and the south-east. Fortune so far had favoured -this amazing and wonderfully calculated audacity—a -scheme worked out literally in terms of seconds. The -sentry at the far corner of Kaserne B had also clearly -suspected nothing: doubtless his beat had been as carefully -observed and timed as that of the other, and the -conclusion arrived at that for a given number of seconds -the whole length of that particular side of the camp -would probably not be under German observation.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Neither would it have been, but for a coincidence -against which no calculations or precautions could have -been proof. The German cell attendant—a decent little -man in his way, but very much <i>de trop</i> on such an -occasion as this—happened to be looking out of one of -the Kaserne B cell windows which gave upon the road, -and recognised both Walter and Medlicott, who had -only just completed the sentence of confinement incurred -for their last escape. He rushed upstairs and gave the -alarm. The fugitives, who were by then only a few -yards clear of the camp, realised that something unforeseen -had marred their plan and that they must run -for it. In broad daylight, and with a hue and cry in -their rear, they stood but the slenderest chance of -making cover in the woods, to reach which they had -first to cross the railway. It being Sunday afternoon, -there was more than the usual traffic on the road and -round the adjoining fields, and—to cut off their one -avenue of escape the more completely—the custodian -of the level crossing had received a prompt warning -from the Kommandantur by telephone as to what he -might expect; and he now stood in the path of the -fugitives with a loaded gun.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So the game was up, and the brave pair were brought -back amidst sympathetic cheers from the windows of -Kaserne B; the cell attendant got three months’ leave -on the nail; and Niemeyer, glowing with patriotic -fervour and pride at his still unblemished record, allowed -one of his sentries to shoot without the veriest shadow -of justification at one of the crowded end-corridor -windows of Kaserne B. Fortunately no one was hurt -either by the bullet or the broken glass. But for the -second time in the history of the camp a court of -enquiry sat to examine into a charge of manslaughter -attempted without any provocation. The findings of -this court were ultimately themselves found by the -Germans during a search and promptly confiscated.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Another attempt to escape partook of the serio-comic. -There had been introduced one day into Kaserne B a -length of timber, intended by the authorities to serve -as a framework for messing cupboards in one of the -dining rooms. This timber was, however, promptly -earmarked for a purpose more directly in the interests -of the allied cause. A certain beardless professor of -astronomy, who had lectured to us the previous Sunday -on the wonders of the moon and stars, conceived the -idea of projecting himself on this length of timber from -one of the corridor windows of the first floor on to the -wire of the palisade, and thence to the road beyond. -The timber was calculated—and proved—to be just -long enough to rest on the wire. His idea was to get -himself pushed out on the plank on a sufficiently dark -night, and, when the wire was reached, jump for it. -Three miles of the Cresta run could not equal this -little journey for condensed excitement.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But unfortunately, though it was a dark night and -the stage was well set for the adventure, the accomplices -pushed too hard, and the extemporised chute—with the -professor—went flying into space on the wrong side of -the wire, to the intense alarm of the nearest sentry. -Next morning the dining room was locked, on the -ground that it had been put to improper use. Thereupon -several hungry men who wanted to get at their -day’s food-supply battered in the door with stools. -Niemeyer retaliated by locking the whole of the Barrack -up within the Kaserne for twenty-four hours. This was -a good example of the collective punishments which -used so often to be applied in prison camps under the -rules of the Hague Convention, embodied, unfortunately, -in our own Manual of Military Law. They were futile, -served no effective or precautionary end, and succeeded -merely in rousing even in the more stolid the most -bitter feelings of personal antagonism. It need not -be added that such intervals were infinitely more to -Niemeyer’s taste than were the humdrum periods of -chronic dislike and discontent fostered under his genial -charge.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In this particular instance the siege was lifted after -twenty-four hours. A draft letter to the <i>Kriegsministerium</i>, -asking in plain German whether, as the result of one -officer attempting to escape, the remaining officers were -to be denied access to their food, was presented to the -Commandant. Niemeyer saw that he had gone far -enough, arranged to parley, and eventually capitulated; -an active boycott of the canteen in A Kaserne may also -possibly have hastened his resolution.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To the end we never discovered the degree of -pecuniary interest which Niemeyer exercised in the -profits of the canteen—probably fairly considerable; -he at all events never let a chance slip of attesting -before all and sundry that he was out of pocket on it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was one other very clever attempt made -about this time—the only occasion besides the Walter-Medlicott -affair on which the wire was successfully cut -and negotiated in broad daylight. This again was the -result of minute observation and carefully timed and -cool action, and the cause of its failure could have been -as little foreseen.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The performers in this attempt were Captain Strover -(Indian Army), Lieutenant Bousfield (Royal Engineers), -and Lieutenant Nichol (R.F.C.). They chose what was -perhaps the weakest spot in the cordon of sentries—just -behind the parcel room. The back of the parcel -room—itself strictly out of bounds except during receiving -hours—abutted closely on to the outer wire, -which consisted of wire netting at the bottom and barbed -strands on top to a height of eight feet. Once through -this, and provided you had not been observed, it was -only necessary to walk airily through the married -quarters, out of an open gate, and into the suburbs of -Holzminden town.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The three managed to secrete themselves in the -parcel room till about mid-day, when the German -personnel betook itself to the most important task of -the twenty-four hours. Then, with extreme skill and -presence of mind, an aperture in the wire netting was -made to admit of the passage of their persons and packs, -and was closed behind them in such a way as to leave -no trace, except upon minute observation, that the wire -had been tampered with at all. The solitary sentry on -that particular beat saw nothing, and they walked unchallenged -into Holzminden, intending to cross the -Weser at the town bridge and make north-west for -Holland. But at a street corner they came face to face -with one of the tin room attendants of the camp, who -knew Strover by sight. He allowed them to pass unchallenged, -but a little later obviously thought better -of it; and from that moment they were aware that -their footsteps were being dogged. They hurried on -as fast as was possible, but the game was up. In an -incredibly short time, so it seemed, the whole of -Holzminden was following them, as the children of -Hamelin, further down the Weser, once followed the -Pied Piper; and after one half-hearted attempt to disarm -suspicion by a mild <i>was ist los?</i> (“what’s up?”)—the -most appropriate German remark under the circumstances—they -chucked their hand in and acknowledged -defeat.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was a striking tribute to the skilful nature of this -escape that the hole in the wire was not discovered, in -spite of the most elaborate search, till several hours -later.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Many other attempts were made, but they were still-born -in disaster before the wire was reached: they were -made usually at night, and we would be awakened out -of our beauty sleep by shouts and tramplings, alarums -and excursions, a mild barrage of rifle shots, the flash -of a torchlight on to our beds by a harassed Feldwebel -conducting an emergency <i>appel</i>, and general vituperation -after the manner of the best disciplined army in -the world.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One bright spirit conceived the idea of parachuting -himself on a windy night with an improvised umbrella -from the top floor; but either the wind never reached -the required velocity, or else his courage—very excusably—ebbed -before the sticking point.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Two others tried to be conveyed out of the camp -gates in the muck cart which cleared the camp refuse -once in every week. The British orderlies on this -fatigue were let into the secret, and as soon as the two -officers had crept unperceived by the German sentry -into the well of the cart, they were engaged to shovel -on to and over them the whole of the unsavoury contents -of the refuse bin. It was a sporting venture. To -sit possibly for hours at the bottom of a heap of decayed -food, lees of tea, used tins, and discarded dish-cloths, -on the off-chance of being able to get away when the -cart was finally unloaded at the town refuse heaps—the -ordinary man blenched at the very proposition. Nevertheless -it was only bad generalship which prevented -them at least from getting clear of the camp. One -officer successfully negotiated his part of the programme -and was well hidden away in the cart which was clearing -the A Kaserne bin. His partner, however, was noticed -by the sentry and the alarm was given; with the result -that after much prodding and mild comedy each unfortunate -was finally unearthed from his malodorous -retreat and the pair were marched off to the cells, taking -the bathroom en route as a necessary preliminary.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The star of Niemeyer was in the ascendant. Every -fruitless attempt increased his arrogance and intensified -his bar-tender style of buffoonery. The devil himself -when the alarm was on, he could afford to jest and be -merry at our expense as soon as the damage had been -put right and the tally of his charges agreed once again -with the official register.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Yentlemen,” he would say, strutting up to a group -of us as we were discussing the Strover episode, “you -have taught me a lesson. I shall not forget it. You -need not trouble any more. Good morning.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Or some officer of field rank, but just out from five -weeks’ cells for his last attempt, would be lolling listlessly -about, gazing blankly on the horizon and freedom. -To him Niemeyer suddenly appearing would proffer -unsought advice:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It is no good, Colonel, you cannot do it: I see to -it, you know!”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And pass on, before the other had time to reply.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Or he would stroll up to a knot of officers and discuss -bootshops in Bond Street, and express his regret -that he should in all probability never visit London -again ... he had been very fond of London. What a pity -it all was. But then he was only a poor captain and -had to carry out his orders; if only the British would -give their “honour word” not to escape he would order -the wire to be removed immediately.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The best man to deal with him in these moods was -one “Broncho.” Broncho, indeed, never failed to tell -the Commandant exactly what he thought of him, and -was a privileged person to that extent.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“It’s no good talking like that, Commandant,” he -would say. “This camp’s a disgrace even to the Xth -Army Corps, and you know it.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>And Niemeyer would strut away, hugely pleased.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But these moods were few and far between, and made -him the unreliable blackguard that he was. For weeks -at a time we would be denied the privilege of seeing -his bulky figure in the inevitable blue greatcoat, swaggering -along, hands in pockets, cigar in mouth, and cap -well on the back of his head; during these periods he -sat tight in the recesses of the Kommandantur and put -out the tentacles of his power through his various -minions. He was reputed to have bouts of drink and -drugging and to hold wild orgies in his comfortable -apartments. Rumour credited him with having been -seen vomiting on to the courtyard from an upper window, -supported on either side by Welman and Ulrich. Certain -it is that his eight o’clock outbursts above related were -confined almost entirely to these periods of segregation -and suggested forcibly the morning after the night -before.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He had, moreover, succeeded in ridding himself of -successive leaders of the opposition. Wyndham, who -as senior officer had fought him tooth and nail, week -in, week out, ever since the Hänisch interview, had -been at length transferred to Freiburg, and was recuperating -in the milder Baden atmosphere. The -breezy Bingham, who succeeded Wyndham in office, -fought him at the rate of about three pitched battles a -week for a month, and was then transported at two -hours’ notice to distant Schweidnitz in Silesia. Bingham, -who belonged to a Service which does not mince its -words, endeavoured to force the issue on the canteen -question, and accused Niemeyer openly of countenancing—if -not of fixing—unfairly high prices. The Commandant, -almost speechless, challenged him to produce -concrete evidence within twenty-four hours, or be -court-martialled. Bingham the same day was prepared -with chapter and verse, evidence sworn threefold, and -damning price lists from other camps. Niemeyer then -characteristically refused an interview, and Bingham -went the next day. It happened to be one of the days -on which B House were locked into their barrack in -expiation of some microscopic or imaginary offence; -and they gave vent to their feelings by cheering their -late senior officer, as he left the camp, loud enough and -long enough for the citizens of Holzminden to suspect -either that Niemeyer had been assassinated or that we -had won the war.</p> - -<p class='c008'>That was the end of Bingham. His successor was of -a less militant stamp and things were allowed to drift -on in their existing unsatisfactory state. There was one -brighter spot. Von Hänisch was induced to make a -grudging semi-official recantation about the parole business -and we went out for walks again.</p> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c005' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='V' class='c006'>CHAPTER V<br /> <br />ACCOMPLICES</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>But to return to our moles and their burrowings.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Attention had, from the start of the tunnelling -scheme, been directed to the subterranean parts of -Kaserne B. Kaserne A had, for the purposes of a tunnel, -been ruled out for various reasons. For one thing, -the personnel of the working-party as originally constituted -belonged almost exclusively to Kaserne B. For -another, Kaserne B was in itself the building more -favourably placed geographically for such an attempt. -Kaserne A was for half its length Kommandantur; its -“business end” was out of reach for the English.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Accordingly, the basement corridor of Kaserne B was -studied in all its aspects. It will be remembered that -this floor contained the detention cells and the various -cellars, that it was entered at each end of the building -through a door at the bottom of a short flight of steps, -and that half way down the corridor itself were two -doors usually locked. It will be clear, perhaps, that the -business end of the building from the escape point of -view was bound to be the far end, and that the best -base of operations would be somewhere underground in -the vicinity of the orderlies’ entrance. Owing to the -near presence of the detention cells and the consequent -risk of meeting the gaoler at awkward moments it would -be useless to enter the corridor at the officers’ end. It -would be necessary to make acquaintance with the -underworld by going in the first instance through the -orderlies’ entrance. Thence some part of the basement -floor might be penetrated, either through the door at -the bottom of the steps, or by some other means—to -be explained shortly. The door I have mentioned was -used only by the Germans and was kept locked. It -might be possible to tamper with this lock, but it would -have to be done from the outside, at the foot of the -staircase.</p> - -<p class='c008'>These points have been laboured, but it is highly -essential for it to be understood at the start that the -only possible entry to the potential base of operations—except -by breaking down the barricade or by burrowing -at some point through the reinforced concrete of -the actual masonry of the building (a process which -would greatly imperil discovery)—lay, in the first instance, -through the orderlies’ entrance.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I have explained that there was a short flight of -steps leading down to the basement floor. This was on -the right as you passed the threshold of the entrance -door. On the left was the first flight of the staircase -leading up to the baggage rooms and orderlies’ quarters. -To the left of the steps down, and completely blocking -up the underneath part of the first flight up, was a -palisade of stout upright planks, each about six inches -across, a further Boche precaution against undue communication -with the cellars.</p> - -<div id='illo073' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_073.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>A. Section, B. Ground-plan of staircase, chamber, and tunnel entrance.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Just as a dummy key to open the basement corridor -door had been completed, somebody had a brain-wave -which enabled the whole idea of using the cellar passage -at all to be dispensed with. It was conjectured (correctly, -as it turned out) that behind these planks there must -be some sort of square cellar or chamber not actually in -use by the Germans. Two sides of it would be bounded -directly by the eastern and southern walls of the -Kaserne, the western side by the last cellar in the basement -corridor (the potato cellar) and the northern side -by the inside wall of the corridor itself. If this supposition -was correct, and if the place could be got at, it -would be an ideal spot both as a base of operations for -the tunnel and a receptacle for the excavated earth. It -was decided therefore, by loosening one or more of the -planks and hingeing them so that they could be moved -as required in and out of position, to arrange a makeshift -but effective trap-door for the daily needs of the -working-party.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The ceremony at the laying of the foundation stone—one -should say, perhaps, removing the foundation -plank—was not largely attended. For one thing, there -were at that time only about four people in the know -at all; for another, a German sentry was standing on -guard immediately outside the door. Two officers in -orderlies’ clothes were responsible for the whole operation. -They removed <i>the whole of the partition</i>, loosened -the two necessary planks and replaced it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The structure of planks fitted very closely against -the side and top, except for one place at the top of the -plank nearest to the corner post of the partition next to -the cellar floor and immediately under the concrete of -the staircase, where there was a small aperture looking -like a misfit of the boards. Just under this aperture—and -on the inside, of course, of the partition—the bolt -was fixed. A small hand could just reach the bolt comfortably -from the outside and slide it in and out of the -corner post. Had the aperture been ever so little -smaller, no male hand could have got in at all, and, in -the absence of female society, the conspirators would -have had either to give up this entrance altogether or -increase the size of the aperture, which would have been -most dangerous.</p> - -<p class='c008'>By using this door as a means of entrance to and exit -from the chamber which, as will be explained later, -proved to exist behind the planks, the original party of -conspirators succeeded in beginning a tunnel. They dug -through the southern foundation wall of the building, -turned east at right angles and succeeded by about -Christmas in reaching a point beyond the outer wall<a id='r7' /><a href='#f7' class='c016'><sup>[7]</sup></a>. A -square chamber was made at the far end of the tunnel, -then about 15 yards long, to receive the earth of the -roof on the occasion of the escape, and all was ready for -a move when Niemeyer suddenly put a sentry <i>outside</i> -the outer wall, almost on top of the proposed site of exit.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f7'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r7'>7</a>. </span>Point <i>Q</i> in plan on p. <a href='#illo053'>53</a>.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>Just at this time the exchange of P.O.W. to Holland -began to operate. To some of the original conspirators, -disheartened—and no wonder—at the apparent complete -frustration of all their plans, the chance of going to -Holland seemed too good to be given up for the now -very distant hope of escape, and so it came about that -the “ownership” of the tunnel changed hands almost -completely, only three of the original conspirators remaining -in the firm.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As all doors were locked just before dusk, the available -time was necessarily limited to daylight, between -nine o’clock roll-call in the morning and evening roll-call -about an hour before dark. The actual working -hours were considerably shorter. In the first place, the -coast was never sufficiently clear in the morning for the -tunnel to be approached until about 11.30 a.m., and in -the second place, a considerable margin had to be allowed, -when coming off duty, for any possible delay in -getting a clear exit and so running the risk of being -discovered absent from <i>appel</i>. In addition to this, the -time spent in changing clothes had to be taken into -account. Consequently the actual working hours were -not, as a rule, longer—in winter—than from 12 noon -to 4 p.m. This arrangement, however acceptable to a -trades union official, was not good for tunnelling. As -will be understood, the utmost care had to be exercised -in approaching the orderlies’ entrance in order to -gain access to the tunnel, and the ordinary daily programme -was carried out on something like the following -lines.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We will assume that it is about 11 a.m.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The party of three on duty for the day assemble in -a little room on the ground floor and near the officers’ -entrance. They then take off their uniforms and slip -on the black trousers with yellow stripes, the black -coats with yellow armlets, and the black caps with yellow -bands, which form the distinctive dress of all -“other ranks” prisoners-of-war in Germany. Probably -greatcoats are put on as well, for it would be highly -inconvenient if a German came in just at this moment -and wanted to know the why and wherefore of this -change of attire. Meanwhile, one or more fellow-conspirators -are standing outside the officers’ entrance, -watching for the “all clear” signal from one of the -faithful orderlies standing in their own doorway, who, -in their turn, are waiting for some Germans working -down in the cellars to clear out for their mid-day meal. -Possibly there is a hitch on this particular morning; -the stolid German is working later than usual in the -cellars at that end of the building. Possibly the German -may knock off work before his accustomed time and -the signal may be given earlier than usual. But quick -or slow, the signal comes in due course—one of the -orderlies comes out and scratches his head, the sign that -all is clear at his end. The officer on picket duty at the -officers’ entrance casts one quick look round to see that -no Boches are approaching from the direction of the -Kommandantur, and then goes to the room in which -the party are waiting and tells them to move. Then he -returns to his post to continue his watch until the party -are safely on their way and he gets a further signal from -orderlies’ doorway that they have actually entered the -tunnel.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The three in the little room shed their overcoats, don -their orderlies’ caps, and sally forth trying to look as -much like the British Tommy off duty as is possible -under the circumstances. This is the “umpteenth” time -for them, and much practising has made them reasonably -good actors in the part. Often, however, an additional -embarrassment is provided in the shape of a parcel of -timber for strutting the roof of the tunnel or a bundle -of tin tubes to lengthen the air pipe.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Arrived at the orderlies’ door, they enter and stand -just inside it, out of sight of the sentry whose position—outside -the wire just opposite—gives him a good -view of the door as he stands still, facing the camp. -But it is unusual for the sentry to stand there long, -and as soon as he begins to march away, the orderly -who is standing in the doorway with one eye on his -every movement gives the word, and the party slips -quickly down the steps leading to the cellar, where one -of the orderlies slides the plank and lets them in. The -aperture is less than a foot wide, but they squeeze in -somehow. The door is shut and bolted again in a -second, and the orderlies, after making sure that all is -ship-shape outside the partition, go off and leave the -party to their work, where we shall follow them in a -little while.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Such was the game of bluff which took place daily on -that little stretch between the doors of Kaserne B for -nine long months. Had any of the party been ever -recognised and identified, the game would have been -up; any ground for suspicion on the part of the Germans -must have led either to the tunnel being discovered -or at least the door being kept so closely under -surveillance that another plan of getting underground -would have had to be devised. But such a contretemps -did not occur until three-quarters of the work had been -done, seven and a half months from the beginning of -it! And even then the mischief was not fatal to the -success of the scheme.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Luck indeed, but perhaps not quite so much a matter -of mere luck as might appear at first sight. In the first -place, there was the irrefutable law of mathematical -probabilities. There were two platoons of Landstürmers -detailed for the guard of the camp, and these relieved each -other every 24 hours. Each platoon was divided into -three relays of about ten men each, who did two hours -on and four hours off. The allocation of “beats” varied -for each individual sentry every time he went on duty. -It might quite likely be a fortnight before the same man -occupied the same station opposite the orderlies’ door. -Add to this the fact that there were 550 British officers -and over 100 orderlies in the camp; that the personnel -of both the <i>Wachshaft</i> and the prisoners was continually -changing; and that the thoughts of any sentry at this -period were more likely to be occupied with memories -of meals in the past, with dreams of meals in the future, -with the rottenness of the war in general and of Niemeyer -in particular, than with the comings and goings and -physiognomies of any British prisoners-of-war; and the -conclusion is arrived at that the risk of detection on -this account alone was, when all was said and done, -comparatively slight.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Yet risk there undoubtedly was from chance recognition, -if not by a sentry, by one of the motley crowd -which comprised the German personnel of the camp. -We have seen that the attendant at the detention cells -could remember faces. His comings and goings to and -from the cellar floor were extremely irregular and difficult -to anticipate; at any moment he might bob up -from the cells and plump face to face into the three -going to or returning from their shift. The German -interpreters were another difficulty. They might come -into the enclosure from the Kommandantur at any time, -and not infrequently their business led them into the -orderlies’ quarters. So might the corporal in charge of -the officers’ baggage room. If such a thing occurred, -and was at all likely to synchronise with the passage -from door to door of Kaserne B of three officers dressed -for no apparent reason in orderlies’ clothes, it was the -task of the picket on duty to intercept the intruders, -dally with them, pilot them on any pretext into securer -waters until time had been given to pass the danger -signal either to the changing room or to the orderly -waiting innocently at the foot of the orderlies’ staircase. -Sometimes the “all clear” was delayed for hours on -this account and a half-day’s shift was lost to the -cause.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Those not in the know—the vast majority of the -camp—used sometimes to wonder why it was that at -certain times of the day there were always one or two -members of a particular set loafing aimlessly by the -officers’ entrance of B Kaserne. Some critical people -were even heard to remark that they were wasting their -time!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Generally speaking, the immunity from scares was -wonderful. Wonderful, too, was the dog-like fidelity -of the Germans, officers and men alike, to their sacred -dinner-hour. It was indeed only on the most exceptional -occasions that a German ever came within the enclosure -during this period. It is actually on record that no -German officer, except on special occasions such as inspection -days, search days, or “strafe” days, <i>ever</i> did. -Even Niemeyer, most active of belligerents in the early -hours, was a party to the universal mid-day torpor. -About three in the afternoon he would wake up and -sally forth for a little potter round the premises; sometimes -he came in at the postern gate by the orderlies’ -entrance, for which, of course, he had a private key. -Therein lay danger always.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The fact is that Niemeyer, although no fool, had left -the possibility of a tunnel out of his scheme of defence; -or rather he must, after mature consideration, have discarded -any such undertaking as physically impossible. -He had been round and round the camp, viewed it inside -and outside in all its aspects, seen every means of -entry to the cellar floor blocked, boarded up, or else -permanently watched, and had come to the conclusion -that below the surface at any rate he was absolutely -secure against attack.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He did not realise, as undoubtedly he should have -done—being, as he said, a man of the world and priding -himself on his intimate knowledge of the British—that, -given time and sufficient freedom from observation, holes -could be made without battering rams and tunnels without -the proper tools; that he was himself too unpopular -with his own people to depend upon clockwork execution -of his orders; and that most of his own cowed staff and -every German civilian who knew much about Holzminden -camp were only too willing—for quite a moderate -consideration, in the shape of soap, dripping, or chocolate—to -contribute indirectly to doing him a bad turn. -And here, before we follow our conspirators behind the -planks under the staircase, it will be well to describe -these various agents, the bureaux to which they repaired -with their information, the caches and repositories for -the contraband articles which they brought into the -camp, and some of the hundred and one devices wherewith -dust was thrown in the eyes of authority.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was a youthful Prussian known as the Letter -Boy, and so called because his principal task was the -sorting out and distribution of letters. He had a little -broken English and a fair amount of French, and he -used either language to lament publicly the fact that his -nationality was what it was. This young man also acted -as the confidential clerk of Niemeyer and was often used -by him instead of the official interpreters to take messages -and issue orders to individual officers in the camp. -Hating Niemeyer as he did only one degree less than -Prussia, and being ready to go to any lengths of treachery—which -did not involve detection—in return for favours -received, he was, as may be imagined, a useful informant. -Every morning he would repair to a room on -the attic floor of Kaserne A, which was inhabited by five -hardened and inveterate escapers, and which was regarded -as the distributing centre of escape materials to the entire -camp. Here, over a cup of coffee and some biscuits, -he would save the latest news from the Kommandantur, -e.g. “there was going to be a search, he had seen the telegram -ordering it. A new list for Holland had come in -from Hanover. Ulrich had had high words with the -Commandant on account of the alleged appropriation -by Niemeyer of his (Ulrich’s) Christmas wine ration. -For the last week a Fortnum & Mason’s parcel had -found its way every day into Niemeyer’s kitchen,”—and -so on. And he usually turned out to be right. He was -a useful lad; he was asked every kind of leading question -and he asked none back. If he was commissioned to buy -anything and it was small enough to go into his pocket, -he bought and brought it, regularly and punctually. -He must have guessed enough of what was going on to -be in a position to wreck the entire scheme if he had -wanted to. But he remained to the end punctiliously -loyal to his disloyalty, and smiled quite complacently at -the fullness of the final success.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then there was the electric-light boy, a sturdy young -Frisian who, for some occult reason, had contrived to -confine his active service in the war to six “cushy” -months on the South Russian front. Theoretically he -was Prussian, Pan-German, and all that was horrible; -actually he was friendly and useful, though not, of -course, to be trusted to the same lengths as the Letter -Boy. He spoke good German and not the villainous -dialect which made direct negotiation so difficult with -most of the German-speaking personnel of the camp. -He was good for any number of pocket electric torches, -and an occasional bottle of <i>Kriegs Cognac</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Another “string” was the sanitary man—the only -civilian who was allowed into the camp without a sentry -to watch his movements. This gentleman kept a wife -and family on the adjoining premises and was always -ready, in return for services rendered, to enrich his scanty -larder with a store of English tins. He was difficult of -access, as his duties did not as a rule take him into the -buildings, and he was in a terrible funk of being found -out; most of his business was transacted in innocent -conversation with the orderlies over the state of the -refuse bin, or in consultation over a choked-up drain. -Ultimately his larder was found too convincingly full -of English tinned foods and he disappeared from our -midst; but he had contributed his quota.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was a girl typist in the Kommandantur whom -no one ever saw but who conducted a passionate love -intrigue with an Australian Flying Corps officer through -the agency of letters attached to a weight and collected -by an accomplice sentry. Letters outward from the camp -were dropped in this way from the window, picked up -by the sentry, and so reached their destination in the -Kommandantur. The inward mail used to be thrown -up by the sentry and caught at the window. Whenever -news of general interest was included in the love passages, -an excerpt was made and handed to the senior British -officer. As the girl worked in the Commandant’s office, -there was often valuable material in these missives, and -she also acted as a check on the information supplied by -the Letter Boy. As to the satisfaction got out of the -purely personal side of the affair, opinions might vary. -An interchange of photographs was considered too risky, -and it is believed that neither party to the adventure ever -knew what the other really looked like at close quarters!</p> - -<p class='c008'>The orderly-barber had a similar affair, but was found -out and banished to a men’s camp, forfeiting thereby a -comfortable monthly income from cutting officers’ hair, -and leaving an awkward gap both in the tonsorial staff, -of which he was the only really efficient member, and -the orchestra, in which he had for many months been -the recognised authority on wind instruments.</p> - -<p class='c008'>An obliging canteen attendant, a patriotic Alsatian -amongst the parcel room staff, and half a dozen frankly -neutral sentries completed the list of what might be -called, from our point of view, the German effectives.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The N.C.O.’s—to do them justice—were beyond -suspicion. The majority of them would have been -infinitely rather on the Western front than in their -present uncongenial position. We never attempted to -meddle with them, and indeed there was no need.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The interpreters, although in every way friendly and -obliging, were too closely occupied with the multitudinous -tasks of their daily routine to invite overtures. -There were only three of them in the camp; and what -with acting as intermediaries in disputes, visiting the -cells, distributing letters, and dancing attendance in and -out of season on their German superiors, they were the -most hard-worked people in the camp and had hardly -a minute to call their own.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Adders was a spotty-faced Dusseldorfian with a perpetual -smile and a woman’s gait, and was regarded -generally with perhaps unmerited distrust.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Grau had been interned early in the war at Ahmednagar -in India, and would do anything for anybody who came -from India and whom he hoped might be instrumental -in restoring him one day to his beloved Nilgiris. “I do -not care for Germany,” he would say; “I do not care -for England. My heart is in India.” Poor Grau! He -stands very little chance of getting back there. He must -pay for the misdeeds of his countrymen.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And Wolff was a little cock-sparrow of a Frankfurter -Jew, with an accent acquired on the other side of the -Atlantic.</p> - -<p class='c008'>They used to come to the theatrical shows and sit -enraptured through the most scurrilous and thinly veiled -allusions to Niemeyer and other ornaments of the Xth -Army Corps. The fact that they were there solely as -censors rather added zest to the humour of it. Sometimes, -even, they lost dignity. Wolff in particular was -not proof against the attractions of the chemical compound -which in those days used to pass for Rhine wine; -and after one entertainment at which the bottle passed -somewhat freely he became violently intoxicated, and -was found next morning asleep in an orchard on the -other side of the town, having temporarily thrown off -the bonds of barrack discipline and made a regular night -of it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The hardened criminals of Room 83 on the attic floor -covered equally satisfactorily the traces of their contraband -consignments and the tracks of the consigners. -To the outward eye there was not a more innocent-looking -room in the whole of the two buildings. But -hiding-places lurked everywhere. The floor in this as -in nearly every other room was, fortunately, straightforward -planking laid without bolts or intersections. -Once one plank had been loosened and removed, there -was a space about five to six inches deep between the -planking and the foundation of the floor wherein to -store treasure. When one plank had been removed the -remainder could be slid up and down at leisure and the -whole of the space filled up, if necessary. This practice -was universal, and before the end there was hardly a room -without its cache, not one of which, in spite of two or -three most conscientious and Berlin-inspired searches, -was ever discovered.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In this room also there were sliding panels in the -walls, false partitions in the cupboards, false bottoms in -the drawers. Almost everything that ought to have -been solid was hollow.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Here maps were photographed without cameras and -developed without solutions; German uniforms were -made for use if a suitable opportunity arose; an air -pump was constructed out of bits of wood and the leather -of an R.F.C. flying-coat; air pipes were made out of old -tins; a device was thought out to fuse the electric wires -outside; dummy keys were fashioned. It was the temple -of the Goddess of Flight.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Room 24, the little room on the ground floor in -B House where the working shifts changed into their -orderlies’ clothes, was almost as complete a mask. The -clothes themselves were kept unlocked at the bottom of -several British uniforms in a wooden box. If a search -came they would have to take their chance of being -found; it was impossible to “cache” them afresh under -the boards every time that they were returned from -actual use.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In this room it was usual to find at least four or five -seated in conclave, in a space officially allotted to two. -“Tim” was the owner of the room and had come to be -regarded as the doyen and authority amongst escapers -in the camp. Tim had had a curious war. He had -carried despatches for a fortnight in August and early -September of 1914 and had then been taken prisoner at -a cross-roads by an ex-Rhodes Scholar of New College. -Since then he had spent his time either preparing to -escape or being confined for doing so. He had probably -been out of more camps, done more solitary confinement, -and had on the whole harder luck, than any other -prisoner-of-war in Germany. He spoke correct German -with a strong Irish accent. The very perfection and -thoroughness of his schemes seemed somehow to have -militated against their success. In all his time in Germany -he had not been actually at large for more than -half an hour. He had always been caught—perfectly -disguised and by the purest mischance—at the gate or -just outside it. He had gone with the first exchange -party for Holland, but at Aachen he had announced his -intention of coming back to Germany, and had brought -back a full report of the proceedings at Aachen and the -lie of the land generally—for the benefit of future parties. -It was generally understood that an attempt to escape -while on the journey to Holland was permissible when -in, or on the German side of Aachen, but not when -once the party had left Aachen for the frontier. This -was Tim all over. When he was not working for his -own hand, he was helping others. He disdained such -vulgar expedients as tunnels and was now hard at work -on his most elaborate scheme of all. He intended to -walk out of the main gate through the Kommandantur -in a German private’s uniform, accompanied by a young -curly-haired and dimpled flying officer disguised as his -sweetheart. The plot was by now almost mature, and -the curls were already growing in a most beautiful and -highly suspicious cluster low on the nape of the young -man’s neck.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Room 24 also harboured such of the official documents -of the senior British officer and his adjutant as it was unwise -to have lying about in the event of a search. One -of these was a most damning, authoritative, and complete -narrative of the misdeeds of Niemeyer during the first -three months of the camp’s existence. It was called the -Black Book, and was biding its time to be thrust as red-hot -evidence into the hands of some superior inspecting -official from the <i>Kriegsministerium</i>. Unfortunately that -opportunity never arrived, and the book did not attain -publicity till it was produced in Copenhagen after the -Armistice. It then made interesting reading.</p> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c005' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='VI' class='c006'>CHAPTER VI<br /> <br />IN THE TUNNEL</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>We left the trio next for duty in process of disappearing -behind the planks, and about to start on their three-hour -shift at the face of the tunnel. Let us keep company -with them awhile at their difficult and absorbing task.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Tunnelling had at least one great advantage over other -methods of escape, that the interest attaching to the -actual preparation was able to over-ride, to some -extent, the suspense and anxiety as to ultimate success. -There was no opportunity to mope. The immediate -business was to defeat not only the Boche but Nature -too, with all the odds on the latter’s side.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The bolting of the wooden partition behind the last -of the trio shuts out the day and adds the proper molish -touch to the scene. However, what at first appears -pitch dark becomes gradually less so, and presently the -party can see enough to change their more or less clean -orderlies’ clothes for the filthy, sodden, mud-stained rags -which they wear for work in the tunnel. There are -other minor discomforts besides the darkness and the -damp. There is an indescribable musty smell produced -by a mélange of damp clay and earth, mice, old clothes, -and much-breathed air, a smell which you have to go -down into the bowels of the earth to get.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The working clothes are soon on, the clean orderlies’ -clothes stowed carefully away, and a move is made to -the tunnel mouth.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Look at the plan on p. <a href='#illo073'>73</a> and glean a rough idea of the -shape of the chamber and the siting of the tunnel mouth. -The ground area is roughly four yards by five. The -height varies, for, on the near (Kommandantur) side, -the roof consists of the concrete foundation to the first -flight of the orderlies’ staircase, while on the far side—that -next to the Eastern wall of the building—are the -cellar steps. The ground level, which is also the roof -level at the southern end, is about five feet above the -chamber floor.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Into the available recesses formed by this irregular -enclosure all the tunnel earth must be stowed away. -The hollow under the cellar steps is already full, and so -will be the opposite hollow under the orderlies’ staircase -before the end is reached, for a 60-yard passage through -the earth must be displaced somewhere, and it will be -a near thing and will require the most careful and -economical storage if the displacements can be kept -within the narrow cubic space which is all that can be -earmarked for them. A passage from the partition door -to the tunnel mouth must be preserved at all costs.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The tunnel mouth has been hacked through the main -southern wall of the building just where it joins the -cellar floor. It issues about three feet below the ground -level—immediately underneath the orderlies’ entrance—and -then bears sharp left in the direction of the outer -wall.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Now the outer wall is but ten yards away at this point, -and had the original scheme of the tunnel gone as it -had been planned, all would have been over long before -this particular May day, and the conspirators would have -made their bid for freedom. There was nothing very -Herculean involved in getting the tunnel to the other -side of the wall and popping up on a dark night, with -the friendly wall acting as a screen from the view of the -nearest sentry.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But unfortunately, as has been explained, Niemeyer -had taken precautionary measures just before the party -were ready to move, and had put a sentry at the outside -corner of the building, effectually covering the spot. -Unless this sentry was removed it would be necessary, -in order to have a reasonable prospect of success, to -continue the tunnel until a point was reached where it -would be possible to emerge under cover.</p> - -<p class='c008'>These bald words cannot attempt to convey the bitter -disappointment caused by Niemeyer’s manœuvre or the -seriousness of the altered prospect.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But the Tunnellers of Holzminden set their teeth and -prepared themselves, if necessary, to go on digging for -a year rather than run the risk that any of the party -should be spotted by a sentry as he emerged. It was -known how many a previous tunnel scheme had been -shattered miserably on this rock, simply through lack -of the necessary patience to go on with the job. At -Schwarmstedt, not so many months before, this had -happened. The tunnel came out quite close to the wire. -One officer got out and got away, but in so doing was -observed by a sentry. His successor had no sooner put -his head above ground than he was shot dead in the -most cold-blooded and treacherous manner—legitimately -murdered, if one may venture on the paradox.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was a road immediately beyond the outside -wall, and the ground beyond the road was planted with -low-growing crops and vegetables over a belt of about -40 yards in breadth. The whole of this belt was searched -by the glare from the strong electric lamps at the corner -of the wall. Day and night there was now a sentry outside -the wall. If Niemeyer had posted machine guns at -intervals of 50 yards round the camp, he could hardly -have felt more immune from attack, more absolutely -secure from any attempt to spring him by the tunnel -method.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was early days—in April—to offer any decided -opinion as to what the vegetables were likely to be. If -they turned out to be crops which were not high enough -to offer adequate cover to the escapers, there would be -no choice—as the sketch will show—but to tunnel grimly -on till the rye-field was reached, several yards further -away. But the rye would be cut in early August at -latest, and meanwhile the tunnel had advanced barely -ten yards beyond the outside wall, and at best a two-foot -progress crowned during this period the effort of each -laborious day. This meant about 40 yards still to tunnel -and three months to go in a losing race, probably, unless -progress could be accelerated; and this, as the work took -the party further and further from their base, was hardly -to be expected.</p> - -<div id='illo093' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_093.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>(Scale = roughly 40 yds = inch.)<br /><br />Course of the tunnel<br /><br />(see also <a href='#frontis'>frontispiece</a>).</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>So it is with the depressed feeling of having to work -against time as well as nature that our friends assemble -behind the partition on this particular morning. They -are standing, or rather stooping, at the entrance, and -the first thing to do is to light up. Fortunately someone -has remembered to bring the matches to-day, so -Number 1 lights a couple of precious candles (we were -dependent entirely on England for these commodities) -and crawls in. He sticks one candle in the pump -chamber, which is just round the first corner and about -six feet from the entrance, and proceeds on his way with -the other. His progress is necessarily slow, very slow, -as the tunnel is so small that he is compelled to <i>wriggle</i> -along on his elbows and toes. There is no help for this. -The hole must be as small as possible, because of the -extreme economy to be exercised in the disposition of -the displaced earth.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Number 2 enters the pump chamber and starts working -the pump. This instrument consists of a home-made -vertical bellows, manufactured from wood and from the -leather of a flying coat, and is operated by Number 2 -with his left hand as he sits facing it and looking along -the tunnel towards the face. The pump is screwed to -wooden uprights which are securely embedded top and -bottom in the clay soil, and the air is forced into a pipe -composed of tin tubes made out of biscuit boxes. Little -did the glorious company of biscuit makers suspect that -in sending us our means of sustenance they were also -contributing to an important escape. This pipe is -sunk in the floor of the tunnel and is kept always -close to the face by the addition of more and yet more -tubes.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Number 3, whose duty it will be to pack the earth -when it is hauled out, stays outside the tunnel mouth -and sees that the rope attached to the basin is running -clear, and then hands the basin to Number 2, who puts -it in front of him ready to be pulled to the face by -Number 1 with that half of the rope which extends -from the pump chamber to the face. We shall see -what the basin was for if we accompany Number 1 on -his journey to the tunnel face.</p> - -<p class='c008'>For the first few yards he goes down a slight slope, -then again for a few yards up an incline to the place -where it was originally intended to make the exit—just -beyond the boundary wall. Here he can hear the thud-thud -of the sentry’s footsteps above his head. Then he -goes down again pretty steeply for three or four yards -and flattens out, the tunnel swinging slightly, first to -the right and then to the left. All this time he has been -going through fairly soft stuff—a sort of sandy yellow -clay, which has been easy enough to dig—but now he -comes to the stony part. Working in this stretch has -been terribly difficult. A dense, seemingly interminable -stratum of large stones has been encountered. The stones -are smooth and flat, tightly pressed together in a horizontal -position and cemented with the stickiest of clay. -Number 1’s progress becomes positively painful: he -barks his shoulders on the stones which project from -the walls, his toes and elbows suffer from the stones -beneath him, occasionally he bumps his head on the -uneven roof, and all the time he must keep the candle -alight, and swear only in an undertone. Soon he begins -to ascend again—steeply this time—and comes to the -face, but not before he has had yet one more unpleasant -experience. Out of the gloom in front of him appears -suddenly a pair of wicked little eyes, horribly bright and -menacing. He clenches his teeth and digs his chin into -the soil beneath him. The large rat, whose solitude he -has disturbed, crawls over him and leaves him sweating -with fright and almost faint with the eerie sensation -of it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But the tunnel must go on, so Number 1 sticks the -candle on some convenient stone at his side, takes the -cold chisel and gets to work. In five minutes or less -he has loosened a bathful of stones and he drops the -chisel, takes hold of his end of the rope and hauls. -The difficulties of hauling on a rope while lying in -a tube about eighteen inches in diameter lined with -knobbly stones can be imagined but cannot be adequately -described. Soon he hears the rattling of the basin on -the stones behind him, and it arrives at his feet. Next -comes the contortionist’s trick of getting it past his body -in the confined space, then the filling, and finally the -almost superhuman juggling feat of getting the full -basin back past his body again. A couple of jerks at the -rope leading to the pump chamber, and he feels it tauten. -The basin begins to move away, and Number 1 turns -on to his side again and gets to work, taking care that -he has the <i>end</i> of the rope attached to some part of his -person but that the rest of it is free.</p> - -<p class='c008'>If he is a fairly quick worker, he will have another -load of stones ready by the time the basin has been -pulled back and emptied. He will then haul it up again -and repeat the whole exhausting process. No wonder -that the tunnel party did not as a band shine as games -enthusiasts amongst their fellow-prisoners. They had -their bellyful of exercise down below.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes the monotony of the proceedings is varied -by a torrent of subdued cursing from the pump chamber, -while the full basin is on its way back. To the experienced -this only signifies that the rope has broken, as it frequently -does on account of the damp and the incessant -friction against the sides, roof, and floor of the tunnel. -A breakage entails a journey on the part of Number 2 -to effect repairs while Number 3 pumps.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The working time is divided into three equal parts, -and at the end of the first part Number 3, who is time-keeper -as well as packer, informs Number 2. A low -hail informs Number 1 that his digging is over for the -day, and he retraces his steps—or more accurately -wriggles back feet foremost, for there is no room to -turn round. He then becomes Number 3, Number 2 -becomes Number 1 and goes to the face, whilst Number -3 becomes Number 2 and pumps.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So the work goes on till 3.45 p.m. Then it ceases; -all three come out of the tunnel and change back into -their orderlies’ clothes to await the signal to come out. -At the orderlies’ entrance to the building stand two of -the orderlies waiting for a favourable opportunity to let -them out, and, just as during the morning manœuvre, -there are two or three officers loafing about for no -apparent reason at the other end of the building. On -some days there are no Boche about at this time and -immediate exit is possible, but to-day they happen to be -carrying potatoes down to the adjoining cellar, and pass -to and fro close to the hiding-place, quite plainly visible -through the cracks in the boards. They could not see -anything, naturally, even if they thought of looking, as -they are in the light and the chamber is practically in -the dark.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At last they go. “Come out now,” sings out one -of the orderlies, looking skywards and as if singing -a snatch of a music-hall song from sheer light-heartedness. -The trio unbolt the plank door and, slipping -quickly to the top of the steps, stand just inside the -orderlies’ door, precisely as they had stood in the -morning with the day’s work in front of them; and an -orderly waiting for a moment at the bottom of the steps -fastens the secret door. The orderly standing at the -entrance looks down the enclosure to make sure that -no Germans are about, and then says “Right.” Off -they go again. If the sun is shining, the light is very -dazzling after the darkness.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At the last moment, perhaps, and when home is so -nearly reached, a German Feldwebel appears from nowhere -in particular and heads for the same door. Out -from the cookhouse, which stands just opposite the -officers’ door, walks one of the aimless, lounging, loafing -officers above mentioned, and delays the Feldwebel -with some question, no matter how trivial. So home is -safely made again, and the party become officers once -more and put off their orderlies’ clothes. Then follows -<i>appel</i>, and the joy of a good wash in hot water and -something to eat.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The hours have not been long, but the foul atmosphere -has caused considerable fatigue, perhaps a bad -headache. And in case anyone should still think, after -reading this, that the work was light, he should be -invited to wriggle 50 yards on elbows and toes <i>in the -open</i>, and if he is unduly sceptical, in public. He will -lose dignity, but he will gain an appreciation of the -difficulties of the performance in a very confined space.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c008'>There are a few other points in regard to the construction -of the tunnel which may not be without interest.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When and where necessary, the roof was revetted. -The revetting was done with bed boards. The foundations -of all beds in the camp were boards placed cross-wise -across an iron frame and supporting a mattress -made of paper, straw and shavings, and uneven as the -Somme battlefield. Many of these boards had been -commandeered as firewood during the early stages of -the camp, when there had been, as related, a regrettable -hitch in the arrangements for our warming. Many -more now found their way underground by driblets -into the orderlies’ quarters and thence into the recess -behind the planks, or were carried direct by the working-party. -People clamoured querulously for the missing -boards which they had saved from the burning, and of -which they had now been robbed. No one except the -very few in the secret and an orderly or so had the -ghost of a notion what had really happened to them. -The Boche when appealed to of course shrugged their -shoulders and quoted the equivalent German proverb -about eating your cake. What would you? Very nearly -all is fair in escapes.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The only tools used in the digging of the tunnel -were a trowel or “mumptee” (an instrument with a -spike at one end and an excavating blade at the other) -and the cold chisel. The chisel was useful for levering -apart the smooth heavy stones which presented so much -difficulty. It seems probable that these stones had once -formed the bed of some river and had been worn -smooth and packed by the action of the water. Attempts -were made to dodge this difficult stratum of stones -which retarded progress so seriously, but in the absence -of proper instruments it was impossible to gauge the -level with any degree of accuracy. A descent of four -feet bringing no better results, it was decided to come -back to the previous level of about eight or nine feet -below the surface.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The chamber was just—and only just—sufficient for -the earth. When the last sackful<a id='r8' /><a href='#f8' class='c016'><sup>[8]</sup></a> had been piled the -chamber was practically full of earth from floor to -ceiling and in every crevice.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f8'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r8'>8</a>. </span>See the photograph opposite. The sacks were mostly mattresses stolen from beds and quite unaccounted for also!</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>Orientation was not an easy matter. It was necessary -of course only to bear in a general easterly direction as -straight as possible. There were rough compasses galore -in the camp, but it was very difficult to dig the tunnel -straight and the compasses were too small to check -errors accurately.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Towards the end the tunnel had become too twisted -and hilly to permit any longer of the rope and basin -method being used, and it was necessary to fill sacks -and drag them back from the face. This method was -even more wearisome and exasperating than the other. -To wriggle back by oneself was bad enough: to wriggle -back, and every yard or so pull a heavy sack after one, -was infinitely more so. Nevertheless, all this practice -had its advantages: it braced the muscles of the working-party -for the great night when each one of them would -have to worm his way through the tunnel, pushing a -loaded pack in front of him.</p> -<div id='illo100' class='figcenter id005'> -<img src='images/p_100_facing.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>At the tunnel mouth.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c005' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='VII' class='c006'>CHAPTER VII<br /> <br />REPRISALS</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>The days wore on, lengthening to the advantage of the -cause and permitting of longer shifts. The working-party -added to its numbers, allotting a few more privileged -places without difficulty; for by now the thing -was beginning to be known and discreetly talked about, -and founders’ shares were at a premium. A few who -might have been able to obtain them, but whose turn had -come for exchange, were unable to resist the temptation -and departed for Holland. The working-party -and some others, on being asked their intentions, politely -intimated that they preferred to remain in Germany. -Had Niemeyer only taken more intelligent stock of the -particular quarter from which so many unexpected -refusals emanated, it is possible that he might have -drawn valuable conclusions.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Niemeyer, astute German though he was, disregarded -these and other even more valuable hints -which were to be offered him before the scheme was -ripe for launching, and which could have told him -easily enough in which quarter the wind blew. As an -instance of one, there arose in early June a sudden and -curious demand on the part of certain individuals for -transfer from A to B Kaserne. Three officers, comfortably -situated in a small room in the former house (the -same room, by the way, as that in which the Letter -Boy used to spend so much of his time), overlooking -the picturesque suburbs of Holzminden, and blessed -with apparently every comfort that a prisoner-of-war -could require, asked unashamedly if they might become -one of a motley, closely packed crew in one of the big -rooms on the ground floor of B Kaserne. Many of the -reasons given for the desire to change were ingenious, -but if submitted to anybody with a less cast-iron mould -of thought than the German camp officers it is unlikely -that they would have convinced. However, change -they were allowed to, and change they did; and the -working-party of twelve were now all lodged in B -Kaserne.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This was a very necessary move for the following -reason: when—if ever—the tunnel was used in earnest, -it would be used after dark and lock-up. Consequently -those who intended to use it would have all to be in B -Kaserne at the time. For any less important occasion -it might have been feasible for the A house members -of the scheme to arrange to change places for the night -with accomplices in B house, the A house officers -answering to the B house officers’ names and <i>vice versâ</i>. -This used to be done sometimes for occasions such as a -birthday party or a theatrical show, when the presence -of some member of the other house was essential to the -success of the evening’s programme. But more often -than not it was spotted, and either condoned or reported -according to the nature and temper of the Feldwebel -taking the <i>appel</i>. On a large scale and for an event of -the nature of the tunnel, for the success of which -complete absence of any suspicion on the part of the -Germans was an absolute <i>sine qua non</i>, such a risk -was not possible, and, indeed, could not be allowed. -It was intended that, whatever happened, and whatever -the hardship that might occur in individual cases, the -night of the escape should not find a single officer in B -Kaserne who was not domiciled there with the permission -of the Germans. This intention was happily carried -into effect.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Meanwhile, the owners of the founders’ shares, knowing, -as they did, pretty well the conditions under which -the scheme was to be submitted to the public, took -time by the forelock and changed houses before the -rush.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was indeed an undertaking in which the home -policy was fraught with almost as many dangers as the -foreign, and required the most patient and tactful -handling. Fortunately there was only one of the allied -nations in the camp, and this fact of itself quartered the -risk. Inter-allied jealousy, or merely Latin or Slavonic -exuberance, had many a time ere this during the war -wrecked a promising and well-laid plan. But even in a -camp where all were English and the loyalty to the -cause of the whole community never for an instant came -in question, there were yet grave risks of discovery -through some intemperate speech or action of the newly -captured or the not overwise.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was just after the arrival of one hundred newly -captured officers from the big March offensive of 1918 -that the cat was most nearly let out of the bag. A -“show” was on, and the audience were sitting in packed -rows and eager expectancy in front of the curtain, -waiting for the intellectual fare of the evening to be set -forth on the dining room tables. A canteen “boycott” -was in full force at the time, and the company, in the -absence of the bottle that cheers, was comparatively -quiet. The Germans used to make so much money out -of the English over the wine—and wretched wine at -that—that the senior British officer had every now and -again to clap on a drastic boycott on the canteen and -forbid officers to buy anything there at all. Sometimes -this policy was two-edged and as much in the interests -of peace and quiet in the camp as to the detriment of -German profiteers. At all events you could always tell -whether a boycott was on or not by the amount of -noise which attended the fortnightly shows, and it so -happened that on the particular occasion with which we -are concerned you <i>could</i> hear your next-door neighbour -speak.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Suddenly a padre—one of the new arrivals—leant -over to make a remark to an officer sitting near him, -and in bell-like tone uttered the dreadful question:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“<i>Are you in the tunnel?</i>”</p> - -<p class='c008'>A shiver ran through the whole of the adjoining rows. -Two of the German interpreters were seated within -two yards.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On another occasion an ingenuous youth was found -leaning out of one of the first floor corridor windows -and carrying on an animated conversation about escapes, -past and future, with one of the occupants of the cells. -They were apparently analysing the causes of failure of -a recent attempt and discussing the prospects of success -of another imminent one. Any English-speaking German -who happened to be in the building at the time—it -was midsummer, and all the windows were open—could -not fail to have been suitably impressed with this -dialogue.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A newly captured officer with a bump of observation -startled those near him one day by singing out to a -friend to know whether he too had recognised “these -officers walking about in orderlies’ clothes.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The senior British officer did, of course, from time to -time issue stringent orders about the paramount importance -of secrecy, and sometimes personally harangued -the occupants of each building. But the difficulty was -to cater for the odd handful—what we used to call “the -elusive half per cent”—who either succeeded in absenting -themselves from such harangues or, if present, failed -to understand their purport, and of whom it might fairly -be said that they were so stupid and perverse as to be -a real danger to their own side, on whichever side of -the line. A bump of carelessness, a bump of cussedness, -a faulty sense of discipline, and a penchant towards -selfish individualism—when two or three endowed with -these qualities were gathered together, the lot of those -responsible for their actions was not a pleasant one. -The senior officer was powerless, if any chose disloyally -or unintentionally not to support him; he exercised the -authority vested in his person by virtue of King’s Regulations, -and there it ended. A court of enquiry and a -threat of post-bellum action against the offender was -the limit of his power. Nor was it easy to enjoin general -secrecy on a subject which was never put publicly into -words. Hole, not tunnel, was the word used, if a word -had to be used—and then only in an undertone, or -behind closed doors.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But in spite of these potential sources of leakage, -nothing occurred to mar the progress of the tunnel -until the middle of May, when it had been in full -swing for five and a half months and reached to somewhere -about the middle of the vegetables. Then a -bomb-shell fell. It was announced one day on <i>appel</i> -that in consequence of measures of reprisals which had -been taken against German officers in a certain camp in -England, counter-reprisals would be put into force in -the Xth Army Corps until further notice. There would -be no less than four <i>appels</i> a day, at 9 a.m., 11.30 a.m., -3.30 p.m. and 6 p.m.; music, theatricals, games, and -walks were to be stopped; and no newspapers were to be -permitted into the camp. The Commandant regretted, -but orders were orders, and so on in the usual vein.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It struck us as deliciously ironical that counter-reprisals -on ourselves should be the first outward and -visible sign that anything had come of the agitation -which had, we knew, been raised on our behalf by -influential officers amongst the earlier Holland parties. -It ultimately transpired that strong representations had -been made to the German War Office as to the maladministration -in the Xth Army Corps and particularly -in the camps governed by the Twin Brethren, Heinrich -and Karl Niemeyer; when it became clear that no -attention was being paid to these representations, steps -were taken to collect in one camp in England all the -German officers who belonged to Hanoverian regiments -and to deal with them as a measure of reprisals on -appropriate lines. The measure signally failed, after -the manner of reprisals. In the first place, it was impossible -to find any Englishman at all like the Niemeyers, -and therefore the conditions ruling with us -could not be even approximately reproduced at home; -in the second place, a German government that was as -yet impenitent and still sanguine of ultimate success -decided that their best course lay in prompt counter-reprisals. -One of the features of this “strafe” was that -we were invited to send full accounts of it home in our -letters, provided only that we also mentioned the alleged -reason. An extra letter was offered us in which to do -so<a id='r9' /><a href='#f9' class='c016'><sup>[9]</sup></a>. This was a clumsy and typical German device to -endeavour to alienate popular feeling at home. Needless -to say, it was seen through, and not a single letter -mentioned the subject at all.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f9'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r9'>9</a>. </span>Normally we were allowed to write two letters in each month (six sides to a letter) and four post-cards.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>Any alternative to reprisals as a means for one belligerent -power to stop the malpractices of another was -not, so far as I am aware, discovered during the war. -But it was a poor arrangement at the best.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The added <i>appels</i> had a serious effect upon the output -of excavated earth, for the working hours were now -considerably reduced, and there were long faces amongst -the initiate. Those in authority began to have serious -qualms as to whether—even if all went well from now -on—the tunnel would have advanced near enough to -the rye crop before it was ripe for the sickle. Such -local papers as we were now compelled to smuggle into -the camp spoke of an early harvest. Added to this, the -entire camp, having now no games to play and nothing -particular to occupy itself with, began to take notice of -things to which they had been blind hitherto; and an -embarrassing number of enquiries—most secretly and -impressively conducted, but embarrassing withal—began -to be made as to the progress of the unmentionable -thing. Certain people all at once discovered that -they could in future only support existence if buoyed -up by the hope of escape, and began to ingratiate -themselves accordingly in the proper quarter. There -arose a strong and inconvenient demand for places in -what came to be known as the “waiting list,” which -did not in the least help the progress of what they -were waiting for.</p> - -<p class='c008'>During these days of counter-reprisal, which lasted -about a month, the event occurred which might so -easily have put the lid on the whole scheme, but which -did, in fact, probably prove to be its salvation. An -officer returning from his shift to the officers’ entrance -was recognised by a sentry. The sentry reported the -episode but could not give the officer’s name. Niemeyer -quickly appeared on the scene, attended by the camp -officers, and conducted a cross-examination and thorough -investigation on the spot; and the British were kept -standing on <i>appel</i>—those of them concerned in an agony -of apprehension—until the conclusion of the enquiry.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So well, however, was the entrance to the tunnel -concealed, and so inconclusive was the evidence supplied -by the sentry, that Niemeyer failed badly to take advantage -of the one real clue ever presented to him in -the history of the tunnel. He knew the English too -well to think for a moment of parading the whole camp -before the miserable sentry on the chance of an identification; -such an attempt would have meant a crowded -hour or so of sheer delight for the British and of baffled -exasperation for himself. He ultimately came to the -conclusion that if there was anything in the sentry’s -statement there was probably some embryo stunt afoot -(in this he was not far wrong); and contented himself -with the precaution of placing an additional sentry at -the orderlies’ door. The conspirators breathed again. -All was not yet lost.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When nothing further at all suspicious was reported, -the mood of the versatile Niemeyer again reacted, and -the informing sentry was given eight days in cells for -making a false report. This act, besides being typically -unjust, was also one of questionable policy, since it -naturally tended to make other sentries uncommunicative -of anything suspicious that they might see or hear. -Punishment in cells with them was an infinitely more -serious affair than it was with us. They had only their -own miserable ration and were cut off even from the -slender assistance of the home parcels on which most, -if not all of them, relied to keep their bodies and souls -together.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The immediate upshot, so far as the tunnel and the -additional sentry were concerned, was that so long as -the sentry remained posted over the orderlies’ entrance -the tunnel could not possibly be got at by the previous -method. A new entrance to the chamber had to be -made, and this was set about at once. A hole was begun -through the wall of the last of the big living rooms on -the ground floor which adjoined directly on to the -chamber. This hole would give entry to the chamber -somewhere underneath the staircase flight. It should be -explained here that the only reason which had prevented -this hole being attempted at a much earlier stage in the -proceedings was the obvious and almost certain risk of -any such hole being discovered in a search and thereby -ruining the whole scheme. Only the present desperate -state of affairs justified the risk being taken at all.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The inhabitants of Room 34 (the big room in question) -had, of course, to be let into the secret, if secret it -could any longer be called. One member of the patrol -now sat in a deck-chair at the end of the corridor just -opposite the door of the room, whence he could -command the whole length of the passage and dart in -at once to warn the workers inside if any German hove -in sight. A different officer every hour sitting at this -particular spot in the corridor, reading a book and -apparently perfectly resigned to the discomfort of the -site and the disturbance to his reading caused by the -perpetual traffic—if the Germans who did occasionally -come along had stopped for a moment to think....</p> - -<p class='c008'>But the fact is that the reprisals were militating for -us as well as against us. The German personnel were -not enjoying the counter-reprisals any more than we -were; counting 250 officers five times a day, even in -the most superficial manner, was a task that was obviously -trying the patience of both the Feldwebels and -the Lager officers very severely, and it is not surprising -that during this period they left us well alone when -they were given the opportunity. On the argument -that both sides had a grievance, personal relations between -the British and Germans (with the exception, of -course, of Niemeyer) improved by leaps and bounds; -and the supervision was more cursory and the letter of -the law more loosely interpreted than at any previous -time in the camp’s history.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The then senior British officer, Colonel Rathborne, -D.S.O., was himself deeply interested in the success of -the scheme, and had, in fact, been offered a place immediately -after the original working-party. It was his -obvious policy to foster as much as possible the existing -state of good relationship and to avoid serious collision -with the authorities. Consequently the reprisals were -left to work out their own sweet course; Niemeyer was -ignored; when a hammer disappeared from the tool-bag -of a civilian carpenter working in the camp and the -Feldwebel-Lieutenant Welman demanded its instant -restoration on pain of a general search, the hammer was -immediately produced. A German tin room attendant -had his cap whisked off his head by some adventurous -and unidentified spirit. The threats of a general search -were repeated, and the cap as promptly restored. The -Jewboy and the Germans generally were welcome to -draw any conclusions they wished as to our impaired -morale. Their conclusions were of secondary importance. -But a general search at such a time would have been a -disaster of the first magnitude, and Room 34 could -hardly have got through with its secret unnoticed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>However, the attempt to make an entry into the -chamber from Room 34 proved abortive, owing to the -difficulty of digging through the solid concrete of the -wall with the available tools. So after desperate efforts -for about a week the deck-chair habit ceased as suddenly -as it had begun, and the working-party turned their -attention to the attic, which was now the one remaining -available avenue of approach.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Leading to the attic floor from the officers’ staircase -were two swing doors. As the attic floor had now been -placed altogether out of bounds for officers, these doors -were padlocked and secured by a chain which passed -through the two large loop-handles of the doors. The -doors were forced by unscrewing one of these handles, -which were fastened by six screws through their bed-plates. -The screws had to be replaced every time the -conspirators went in or out. Entry was then possible -into one of the now disused officers’ small rooms. A -hole was knocked through the wall of this room into a -space between the wall of the attic, the roof, and the -eaves, thus:</p> - -<div id='illo112' class='figcenter id006'> -<img src='images/p_112.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>This space communicated with the orderlies’ quarters -by means of a small door which had been built into the -house to permit of access to the eaves. The hole in the -vacant room was camouflaged with a bit of board, cut to -size and covered with glue on which was sprinkled mortar -and distemper to tone with the wall of the room.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The use of this room as the means of access to the -orderlies’ quarters, and so <i>viâ</i> the staircase and the same -old secret door to the tunnel, made up in full for the -previous week’s delay and immensely accelerated the rate -of progress. It was no longer necessary to work by -means of carefully timed and well-reconnoitred reliefs; -the work could now go on all day and all night, with -interruptions only to admit of attendance on <i>appels</i>. -When the reprisal restrictions were removed, things -would go on even more swimmingly; as it was—and in -spite of continued trouble with the stones—the tunnel -was already estimated to be nosing its way to within -measurable distance of the coveted rye.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When the Commandant’s suspicion at length subsided -and the extra sentry was removed from the orderlies’ -entrance, the decision had to be made whether to revert -to the old method of getting to the tunnel or to stay -with the quicker method and risk a search. It goes -almost without saying that the latter counsel prevailed. -It was now mid-June, and with any luck it was hoped -that the tunnel would have been taken far enough by -the first week in July. If they went back to the old -method, it might not be ready before August. At the -worst the Letter Boy, or some other agent, might be -safely relied upon to give 24 hours’ notice of a search, -during which time much might be done still further to -conceal the traces of the attempted hole in Room 34—though -this had already been fairly effectually done—and -the actual hole in the attic. But it was unlikely, -since these attic rooms were now out of bounds and the -swing doors apparently securely padlocked, that a search -would extend so far.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It might be asked why had not this decision been taken -before, and why in the early stages the cumbrous method -of approaching the tunnel in orderlies’ clothes under the -very nose of a sentry had been preferred. The answer -to this very reasonable question is that three weeks is -not eight months. At this juncture it was reasonable -odds against a search being held before the tunnel was -completed. In November it was all the odds on. -Actually, since operations had been begun, there had -been two searches, both of them—as regards the ground -floor at any rate—extremely thorough. No hole in a -wall could have hoped to escape the sleuth hounds -specially sent down from Berlin for these occasions. -They may have got the worst of it in some of the personal -encounters—indeed, they very rarely did discover -any <i>articles</i> of a contraband nature; the British officers -who owned any as a rule took care not to be collared in -possession, and very often the war was carried into the -enemies’ country and the civilian detectives found, on -leaving a room, that they had somehow managed to -mislay an umbrella, or a hat, or some other object of -civilian attire useful for escapes—all of which, it need -hardly be said, provided scope for a most exhilarating -exchange of amenities, and sometimes for grave allegations -against the moral proclivities of the British prisoners. -But with bricks and mortar our black-coated friends were -on surer ground, and they would not have needed very -high qualifications to have spotted a gaping hole in a -wall camouflaged behind a bed. So our Tunnellers had -had to go outside to get to their work, and the plank -door had been decided upon.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Searches, though they meant confinement to the -buildings for the best part of the day and made cooking -a decent meal at the stoves impossible, were nevertheless -welcomed by all except those who had much to lose -and no time to hide it in as a pleasant variation to the -monotonous round. For one thing, they introduced for -a brief space a foreign element into the camp. Quaint -little spectacled civilians from Berlin, full of zeal for -their duties for an hour or so, but tiring rapidly as the -same ritual was gone through in room after room of -polite but mildly amused prisoners, could be induced, -with a little persuasion, to talk of food conditions in the -capital, their opinion on the war, and other interesting -subjects. The full dress uniform of a police officer provided -a pleasing variation to the eternal field grey; or -some Captain from Hanover, in charge of the company -specially detailed for the search, interested simply because -his face was new to us.</p> - -<p class='c008'>For any material result, both the searches held at -Holzminden were an absolute farce. Of one of them -we had full warning. An enormous quantity of books -were temporarily confiscated for examination and removed -to the parcel room. One or two maps which had -been carelessly left uncovered were duly netted; but -anything of real importance, such as civilian hats, clothes, -compasses, and the overwhelming majority of the maps, -were securely hidden before the search ever began, and -all that happened was that every officer in the camp was -invited to undress and then to dress again. These ordeals -were great fun. When it got to the final stages and the -victim was in his undergarments, he was invited to give -his parole that he had nothing actually concealed about -his person. With some of us delicacy conquered. Others -were less fastidious and requested the German to continue -his ungrateful task to the bitter end. Long before -the attic floor—in both houses the richest in contraband -stores—was reached, the searching-parties had tired of -the beauty of the human form and proceedings had become -entirely formal.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One officer prominent in this story was taken by surprise -at one of these searches with a whole escape kit -under his bed. But he had also at the foot of his bed -a large black wooden box which had a double bottom. -Luckily, when the sleuths entered his room, the first -thing that caught their eye was the big black box. They -turned everything out of it and tapped the bottom. -After a frenzied argument, lasting quite half an hour, -between a detective from Berlin who said there was a -double bottom, and the double bottom expert, who, being -called over to examine it, said there was not, the former -triumphantly put his foot through the false bottom. It -hid one or two books (prayer books, etc.) and some -private papers of no particular interest. These articles -were carried off in triumph, and every Hun present -shook the detective’s hand as if he had scored a goal -for Blackburn Rovers. They were so pleased that they -<i>forgot to look under the bed</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It should be added that on these occasions the camp -personnel could be relied upon to do their utmost in -helping to baffle the search. Thus, for instance, a sentry -could—for a cake of soap, or a stick of chocolate—be -easily induced to act as temporary banker for a large -number of German notes of the realm. Feldwebels -could be persuaded to give permission for an officer to -visit the latrine under guard, well knowing that he had -only gone to put something out on short deposit in a -reliable quarter. In some cases the Feldwebel was even -known to take the risk of the market himself. It was a -curious phenomenon, in fact, that on such gala days the -camp personnel became infinitely more indulgent than -on ordinary working days. It was as if they were disposed -to make common cause with us against Niemeyer and -his imported mercenaries. In doing so the camp sentries -did not forget to help themselves unasked whenever -they had an opportunity. Whilst we were shut up in -our rooms, they had ample access to the dining rooms; -and it was an amusing climax to the day’s sport to see -the whole of the guard marched off to the parcel room -after the search to be themselves searched in their turn, -their pockets simply bulging with stolen tins or eatables, -and in many cases the delinquents making frantic efforts -to eat a two days’ supply in two minutes and incur the -penalty of indigestion rather than that of nine days’ cells -for being found in possession of stolen goods. The whole -business was rather Gilbertian. I do not think it could -have happened in England, even if there had been a -famine there.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Niemeyer must have realised the futility of these field-days, -for there were no searches held between a date in -March and the time of the tunnel escape. On one occasion -all the preparations for one had been made, and -the information duly passed on through the usual channels -to us. But Niemeyer, in his turn, came to know that -we knew, and not only cancelled the operations but told -us frankly that he had done so. We had sometimes to -give the devil his due for a sense of humour.</p> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c005' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='VIII' class='c006'>CHAPTER VIII<br /> <br />THE LAST LAP</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>After a brief spell of smoother working, both above -and below the surface, things began to go wrong again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the first place, the exasperating stratum of stones -recurred and persisted. The tunnel was now being inclined -upwards. From rough measurements it had been -estimated that the face must now be approaching the -desired spot and be nearly abreast with the edge of the -rye-field. But the obstinate stratum added to the difficulty -of working uphill, and reduced the rate of progress almost -to the lowest on record; and, work as they might, it was -the last week in June before those directing decided that -the distance had been accomplished and the tunnel might -be inclined to the surface.</p> - -<p class='c008'>On the last day in June Lieutenant Butler, one of the -leading spirits in the concern, went up to the face on -the important duty of breaking the surface and pinpointing -the position. The tunnel had at length been -pushed through the clogging stratum, a total ascent of -nine feet had been made from the lowest point, and it -was judged that the end of it must now be very near -the surface. To confirm this, a narrow hole was bored -straight upwards from the face. It was found that there -were still six feet of clay and soil to be negotiated. This -was disappointing, but it was not so disappointing as -was the result of verifying the actual position. Butler -very gingery pushed a stick with a piece of white paper -attached to it up through the hole. The watchers from -one of the upper end-corridor windows groaned as they -discerned the damning piece of paper moving slowly to -and fro, <i>still eight or nine yards short of the rye</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The interest and general tension had now become so -great that, although nothing was said, half the camp knew -the same evening that something was wrong and guessed -fairly shrewdly what the something was. To carry on -into the rye would take at least three weeks’ hard work, -by which time the rye would probably have been cut -and the only cover afforded would be the darkness of -the night. But about three or four yards nearer than -the rye was a row of beans, and it was decided to make -a last effort to reach these and to trust to luck and the -darkness to carry the party across the bare space between -the beans and rye. The beans in themselves would afford -no mean screen.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Meanwhile, “Munshi” Gray, another of the conspirators, -the Father of the Tunnel, and in every way -one of the most important personages concerned, fell -due for a fortnight of solitary confinement. He had -some time ago had a violent altercation with the most -odious of the parcel room attendants, and had, in the -course of it, absent-mindedly handled a large knife which -was lying on the parcel room counter. The attendant -promptly brought a charge against him for attempted -homicide, and—the word, as well as the body, of even -the vilest German being sacrosanct when brought into -collision with those of prisoners-of-war—Gray was in -due course brought up before a court-martial. It says -something for his judges on this occasion that they did -not give him more than a fortnight, which in reality -amounted to acquittal. There existed tribunals which -would have given him six months of the best without -the slightest twinge of conscience, or—more melancholy -still—without the thought of having been in the least -unjust. This was but an instance of the perversions of -all the accepted canons of fair play which frequently -occurred; fortunately for Gray and the tunnel, it was -a mild sample. So the Munshi languished and knew -nothing of what was passing in the tunnel, except from -guarded scraps of Hindostani spoken to him in an even -voice from the window of the camp adjutant’s room, -immediately above his cell.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Finally, Tim and his young woman made their long -deliberated effort and were caught most unluckily at -the main gate, thereby throwing the camp officials and -Niemeyer in particular into a most undesirable mood of -added watchfulness. Everything had gone according to -plan up to a point—the Kommandantur staircase had -again been made use of, and a most seductive little -flapper typist had tripped his unassuming way unchallenged -through the gate. Tim himself, dressed in -a German private’s uniform (but otherwise unmistakably -Tim), had attempted to follow suit; but he was unable -to avoid his doom in the shape of one too curious and -too intelligent pair of eyes at the guard-room window. -Their owner recognised him as an English officer and -promptly gave the alarm. Result, the usual Tim débacle, -and the work of months once again nullified. The pair -were marched off to the cells under escort amidst sympathetic -expressions from every side. Even Ulrich, the -German officer of B Kaserne, was loud in his admiration -of the disguises used; ‘he had of course suspected -something was up for months.’ Of course.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Lieutenant Lincke, the officer who had succeeded the -pot-bellied Gröner in charge of A Kaserne, a pharmacist -by trade and the personification of pompous absurdity, -seized the opportunity to show his ignorance of the -English and his unsuitability for his post by intimating that -the female disguise had been culled from the theatrical -wardrobe allowed us on parole. Once again, and in accordance -with cherished tradition, war had to be waged -on the parole question, and the artificially good relations -which were being promoted in the interests of the tunnel -were temporarily suspended until Lincke could be induced -to retract his entirely inexcusable inference.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It must be explained that the whole of the theatrical -wardrobe, both for male and female parts, was kept -strictly apart under lock and key and under the supervision -of a particular officer. It had always been a strict injunction -of each successive senior British officer that on no -account was there to be any tampering with these clothes -for the purposes of escape, and that any infringement of -this order would be looked upon as a breaking of parole. -This unwritten, but none the less thoroughly understood, -reservation was as clear as it was necessary in the interests -of that large section of the community which relied -on the periodical “shows”—whether as performers or -spectators—for their principal means of relief from the -<i>ennui</i> of prison existence. The disguise of Tim’s accomplice -had, as a matter of fact, been smuggled in from -the town at a considerable expenditure in German money -and British kind.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But Lincke, having been, till within the last year, a -German pharmacist in a small way of business, had about -as much idea of British (not to say German) military -honour as he had of field operations. His training had -consisted of three or four months in a Reserve of Officers -Training Battalion, and he came out of it vibrant with -the glory of two things—the German military system, -and himself as reflecting a modest proportion of that -glory. He was perfectly genial, self-satisfied, and common. -On <i>appel</i> he insisted on believing that he was dealing -with a company of recruits on parade, and the long, -shuffling, indifferent rows of British officers winced or -laughed at his antics, according to the state of their -nerves. He used to begin operations by a salute with -the top half of his person inclined almost at right angles -with the ground; some of the lighter spirits used to go -one better and execute a complete <i>salaam</i>, and this, of -course, made him querulous. He would recall to the -senior officer on parade the great day when he and his -brother officer-aspirants stood poker stiff at attention -under inspection by one of the very biggest of the German -Generals. “Scarcely a <i>pickelhaube</i> moved.” That was -his triumph—scarcely a <i>pickelhaube</i> had moved. And -so why could not now the British officers do likewise, -instead of appearing on parade in dirty uniforms and -without caps and saluting so raggedly? Oh it was too bad.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was of course a complete nonentity and disregarded -alike by Niemeyer and the British, as well as by his non-commissioned -officers. But even nonentities exercise -awkward powers if placed in positions where they should -not be, and Lincke, for all his mildness, was about as -troublesome to deal with as a Junker of the real Prussian -school. His pharmaceutical soul and his hopeless inability -to understand the British point of view made him -in fact a serious thorn in the flesh, as was evidenced in -the wardrobe incident.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Ultimately he crashed badly. He was in the habit of -paying frequent visits to the tin room, nominally to inspect, -actually to satisfy his craving for the sight of our -English delicacies. He was insatiably inquisitive, as well -as greedy, and used to spend hours together down in -the cellars, questioning officers as to the contents and -origin of particular tins. Finally there became reason to -suspect him of something rather more serious than mere -curiosity; a trap was set, and he was marked down by -three witnesses in the act of abstracting tins from one -of the shelves and putting them hurriedly in his pocket.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This gave us a most valuable handle, for even at -Holzminden the German officers had never stolen our -tins from our own tin room, or if they had, had not been -such fools as to be caught doing so. In due course, and -at a seasonable moment, the card was played, the written -statement of the witnesses handed in, and an explanation -asked for. Niemeyer took a day or two before he replied—what -passed between himself and the luckless -Lincke in the interval we could only guess—and then -explained that it was in the regulations for German officers -at any time to take tins out of the tin room in order -personally to examine them for contraband articles.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The senior British officer politely noted this explanation -and asked leave to refer the question to the <i>Kriegsministerium</i> -for a ruling. Lincke, meanwhile, was relieved -of his post. It was one of the few occasions (besides -the tunnel) upon which we ever succeeded in getting -really up on them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The capture of Tim caused gloomy anticipation of a -search and with it the discovery of the attempted hole -in Room 34, and thereby, as a natural corollary, of the -tunnel itself. In the second week of July—with three -yards or so further to go before an exit could be made -behind the beans, with the prospect of a search imminent -at any moment, and with the added danger of an early -harvest to spur their efforts—the working-party began -to make their final arrangements. A week—possibly -ten days—hence, and the thing would be put to the -proof for better or worse.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There were thirteen of them: Lieutenants Mardock -and Lawrence of the Royal Naval Air Service, Captain -Gray, Lieutenant Butler, Captain Langren, Lieutenant -Wainwright, R.N., Lieutenant Macleod, Captain Bain, -Captain Kennard, Lieutenant Robertson, Lieutenant -Clouston, Lieutenant Morris, Lieutenant Paddison. -They voted for priority of station. After the working-party -proper, places were allotted to Lieutenant-Colonel -Rathborne, the senior officer of the camp, Lieutenant -Bousfield, whose share in a previous attempt has been -narrated earlier, and Captain Lyon of the Australians, -who was to travel with Bousfield.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then came a supplementary working-party of six, -who, though not actually employed in the digging of the -tunnel, had contributed valuable assistance in scouting-out -and had made themselves generally useful in helping -to dig the holes inside the actual building.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was arranged that the original working-party should -have a clear hour’s start, and that another hour should -intervene between the last man out of the supplementary -working-party and “the ruck.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The ruck”—or, in other words, anyone else who -wanted to go—had by now assumed alarming dimensions. -There were some sixty names on the official list handed -to me as Camp Adjutant on the day preceding the escape. -The list had been arranged in order of priority of exit, -and to prevent heart-burnings—as well as to promote -the maximum of secrecy—it was arranged that those on -the list should only be warned in the first instance <i>after</i> -the evening <i>appel</i> on the night of the actual escape. -Moreover, no one was to be told his place but only that -he was to lie in bed fully dressed until he was actually -warned to go, upon which he was to get up at once and -repair to the rendezvous on the attic floor. This was -a very wise precaution. It excluded the possibility of -anyone in A Kaserne getting wind of the intention to -flit and then endeavouring to get into the other barrack -for the night and so endangering the success of the -enterprise. It also precluded the risk of excessive human -circulation in the corridors, the only people authorised -to move about in the corridors being myself, Lieutenant -Grieve, who was selected as traffic controller, one or two -look-out men, and each escaper as, in his proper turn, -he left his bed to pass to the tunnel.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The orderlies had been thoroughly warned, and those -of them who had volunteered to help fully understood -their duties. One was to receive officers one by one -on the other side of the hole in the attic room and -was to signal the next man to come through when the -coast was clear. Another was to guide officers to the -tunnel entrance down the staircase and through the -planks, and two more were to be on duty at the actual -tunnel entrance. Traffic was to be carefully controlled. -Not more than two officers were to be allowed inside -the orderlies’ quarters at a time. If there was a hitch, -Lieutenant Grieve, on the far side of the attic hole, -was to be immediately warned. On discovery all the -orderlies were to pretend complete ignorance of the -whole business.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This last goes without saying. Just as the loyal co-operation -of the orderlies was essential to success, so it -was imperative that none of them should be implicated. -They had all been offered a starting-place if they cared -to accept one, but none of them did. The long expected, -almost despaired of, head-for-head exchange had at last -been arranged at the Hague, and the agreement was -now only awaiting ratification. The fact that privates -had been up till now excluded from the terms of the -exchange had of course been very severely criticised, -and it was not until later realised that the arrangements -for a general head-for-head repatriation had been -frustrated entirely from the German side. But the rule -of “women and children first”—as our orderlies, half -good naturedly, half cynically, and with that wonderful -instinct for the epigrammatic which characterises the -British soldier, had summarised the situation—was now -obsolete. To have imperilled their chances of exchange -by taking a long risk at this stage of their captivity -(nearly all of them were 1914 prisoners) would have -been very unwise, even had they been as well equipped -as the officers as regards disguise, money, reserves of -food, and general experience. Moreover, the penalties -for attempted escape were for private soldiers infinitely -more severe than they were for officers. They would -have certainly been sent back to one of the men’s -<i>Lagers</i>, and their previous experiences reminded them -that any officers’ <i>Lager</i>—even Holzminden—was considerably -better than the former’s best. And there were -always the coal and salt mines to be taken into calculation. -So they stayed behind, and their share in the -night’s work amply crowned their long record of ungrudged -service and devotion to the cause.</p> - -<p class='c008'>During the last few days, when it was generally -known that at any moment the cat might jump and it -became a question of concealing “zero” day from your -own side, the tension was positively painful. With the -best will in the world, the injunctions of the senior -British officer came to be overlooked. Even the senior -British officer himself was not innocent in this respect. -Small parties clustered at the ends of corridors or roamed -disconsolately round and round the camp, discussing -the eternal question, <i>When?</i> Civilian disguises, maps, -and packs were brought out from their hiding-places -and set ready for the road. More risks of detection -were run during this period in a day than had been run -before in a whole month. Maps were studied. An unwise -and rather insubordinate eleventh-hour attempt -on the part of one or two of the more desperate characters -in Kaserne A to effect a transfer of rooms to -Kaserne B was fortunately quashed. The senior British -officer, who was somewhat square-rigged in shape, was -given a trial run down the tunnel to see if he could -manage it. It took him an hour to get back!</p> - -<p class='c008'>Walks had been allowed again as a consequence of -the “lifting” of the reprisals, and most of the intending -starters availed themselves of this opportunity to get -into good marching trim. Fit as they were in consequence -of the strenuous work down below, they felt -the need of using every available opportunity for a -good heel-and-toe movement over a stretch of unconfined -ground. The Holland border was 120 kilometres -away and would not easily be reached by those who -had let their walking muscles lie too long dormant. In -addition, it was pleasant to get away for a space from -the strained atmosphere of the enclosure and the tremendous -secret of the camp, and without constraint to -think and talk for a little of other things. In high midsummer -the plain in which we walked was only less -lovely than it had been in the spring. As then the -trees, so now the young crops invited us to build up a -new calendar in terms of growing things. We may not -have felt the need perhaps, in the years gone by, to -pay due note to the wonderful kaleidoscope. Now -the very circumscription of her lecturing hours made -Nature’s lessons the more highly prized.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sometimes, when the weather was warm and the -Feldwebel in charge sufficiently lazy and complacent, -we bathed in the Weser—clandestinely, for river bathing -was not allowed by the municipal authorities. Then -for a glorious half-hour the river would be alive with -the nude bodies of a hundred happy men. It was established -at these bathes that the river was easily -fordable at one point. In our parole cards there was -nothing down to tell us not to <i>notice</i> things. And the -river lay between the camp and Holland.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At the last moment another painful incident occurred. -It became known that a certain desperate party in A -Kaserne were proposing to anticipate the tunnel, and -the increased restrictions which its discovery would be -bound to create, by some wild-cat scheme of their own. -It appeared to be their intention to fuse the lights all -over the building and make a bid to get over the wire -in the darkness and confusion thus created. There was -also going to be employed a “blind” in the shape of a -large dummy figure dropped from a window at the -opposite end of the building to that at which the actual -attempt was to be made. The scheme in ordinary circumstances -would have been worth trying and was a -courageous one. But at this juncture of affairs, when -the work of nine months was on the verge of bearing -fruit, and when the one thing needed was to lull the -suspicions of the authorities, it was foolish and selfish. -To make matters worse, the participants had received -the unofficial support of the senior officer in the building.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The senior British officer in the camp, however, took -a very different line. He had the ringleader up and -put the argument fairly and forcibly before him. He -sympathised, of course, but—there was a train already -in the tunnel. The line was not quite clear for it yet, -but would be shortly, and it must be let through first. -It was very important not to have a collision at this -moment, and the advent of another train might spell -disaster. He must definitely forbid any prior attempt.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But for the above-mentioned ringleader, the tunnel -would have been essayed a night earlier than it actually -was. On the doors of the houses being locked at nightfall -on the 23rd July, it was found that the fellow was -in B Kaserne. He had got wind of it somehow and was -determined to be in at the death. The only course was -to cancel the operation for the night and induce this -officer to realise that he had made a mistake and explain -his appearance in the wrong house to the Feldwebel as -best he could. Elaborate measures were also taken to -put him off the scent for the ensuing night. Disciplinary -methods were really useless with this type; besides, the -senior officer was too closely occupied in the final arrangements -of his own intricate disguise—he was intending -to travel by train in broad daylight and not as a thief in -the night—to feel any inclination for taking any further -steps with this refractory individual.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Such difficulties may sound petty, perhaps, and inconsistent -with the spirit of comradeship. But it was -not in human nature to risk the fruits of eight months’ -incessant labour to benefit the crowd. Nerves were -badly on edge, and the wonder really is that this particular -intruder was let off as lightly as he was.</p> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c005' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='IX' class='c006'>CHAPTER IX<br /> <br />THE ESCAPE AND THE SEQUEL</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>The reader will excuse if at this point in the story the -first person pronoun figures rather prominently. I was -myself at this time the Adjutant of the camp, and, as -such, had been fairly thoroughly coached how things -were to be done. I was very glad to have the opportunity -of contributing, in however modest a degree, to the -success of the plot. The glorious nature of the adventure -came home to me at last, and I experienced some rather -severe eleventh-hour twinges of regret that I had not -availed myself more fully of any chances that I might -have had of actually participating. There had been -times of late when I had almost given up the tunnel. -There had seemed to be no end to the difficulties and -obstacles in completing it. Added to which, the ordinary -routine duties of Adjutant had kept me too fully occupied -to acquire the proper escaper’s atmosphere and -spend long hours over preparing maps and packs and -securing the necessary money and disguise. Frankly, I -had been a little sceptical.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Later on, in another camp, where there was full -latitude to mature one’s scheme and the Germans interfered -hardly at all with one’s daily doings, I experienced -the complete escape fever. But that is another story.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The actual night of the escape was the 24th July.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was warned just before evening <i>appel</i>, at 6 o’clock, -that if B house harboured no aliens that night, the escape -would take place. I got hold of Grieve during the -evening and we held a long confabulation as to how the -policing had best be done. It was arranged that I should -do all the warning and escort people to the rendezvous -in the attic, and that he should do the actual controlling -and keep in communication with the orderlies. The -evening passed away and I don’t think anybody outside -the working-party was aware that anything was actually -in the wind.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The doors in B house were safely locked at 9.0 p.m. -without a single intruder from A house. Several people -had been keenly on the watch to see to this point. We -went off quietly to our respective rooms to have our -names called.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After the Feldwebel and his minions had finally left -the building, there was still another hour or so to wait -before the coast was clear for action. A German sentry -used to come round some time after 10 o’clock to close -all the windows in the corridors and incidentally remove -anything that he saw to his liking which might be lying -about. Until he had gone it would be unsafe to have -any undue movement, and only the cutting-out man—i.e. -the first officer to go through the tunnel—and the -two next on the list would go down to the chamber before -he was well clear.</p> - -<p class='c008'>During this period of waiting the senior British officer -paid me a visit in his dressing-gown and said good-bye. -I wished him good luck. We had worked together for -two months or more and had discussed the tunnel and -his particular plan to escape countless times. He had a -very good disguise and, without wishing to disparage -his features, they were—with the aid of glasses—wonderfully -Teutonic. He was, so far as I knew, the only one -who was proposing to travel all the way to the frontier -by train, and with his excellent knowledge of German -and forged papers he looked to have a very good -chance.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I sat in my room until the outside door had slammed -behind the German sentry and I knew the working-party -would have already begun making their way through -the tunnel for the last time. Then I began going round -the rooms and warning personally every man on the list. -They were to get their kit ready and get into bed fully -dressed and then wait until they were called. There -was to be no movement in the corridors of any sort. -For all the secrecy that had been attempted, they were -most of them more than half expecting the long-deferred -call. Probably someone had seen a member of the -working-party in his disguise and had passed on the -information. A few of them wanted to know where -they were in the list, but I told them that they were -not to know and had only to obey orders. Everyone -would have to come upstairs in his socks, carrying his -boots in his hand. After I had completed the task of -warning everybody I went up to see Grieve. It was -now past half-past eleven. He told me that the working-party -were all well away already and that the thing was -going well.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The hour’s law for the working-party was strictly -adhered to, and at 12.30 the supplementary working-party -began to go through. They, too, were all through -by about 1.15.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At 1.10 or thereabouts I began my duties of assembling -those on the waiting list. Two or three passed -through all right, and then the orderly on the orderlies’ -side of the attic hole passed the word back that there -was a hitch. He would let Grieve know when it was -all clear again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The next man due to go through had overweighted -himself and his pack to such an extent that the delay -proved perhaps a blessing in disguise. If we had let him -go through as he was, he would probably have stuck in -the tunnel, would most certainly not have forded the -Weser, and could, in any case, not have marched for -more than three days. We sent him back with some -stern advice to remove a dozen tins or so from his pack, -discard his stick, and take off his hobnailed boots which -had made an infernal clatter in the passage. A few more -such performers and the secret would be out!</p> - -<p class='c008'>No news came through from the tunnel, so I decided -to turn in for an hour or so, and Grieve arranged for a -message to be sent to me if the coast was clear before -that time.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I took a turn up and down the corridors before I lay -down. There were the sentries outside walking up and -down, with their chins sunk on their breasts and their -rifles slung on their backs, wonderfully as usual. It was -odd to think that within a hundred yards our fellows -were wriggling away through the rye. Clearly nothing -had been suspected so far. It was a calm night and -fairly dark.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I lay down knowing that there would be heaps of -work to do the next day, whatever happened, and that -I should want my wits about me. But I could not -sleep, and at about 2.30 I went upstairs to see Grieve -again. He reported there was no change in the position. -We tried to get an answer from the orderlies’ quarters, -but there was no reply. It was rather baffling. At -3 o’clock we held a council of war with Captain Sharp, -who was one of those due to go through early in the -list, and we agreed—although it was against the instructions -given us, which had been that the orderlies should -alone be responsible for letting anyone through the attic -hole—that Sharp should go through to reconnoitre. -He did so, and came back in about a quarter of an hour’s -time to report that no one was about, and that the -tunnel was empty<a id='r10' /><a href='#f10' class='c016'><sup>[10]</sup></a>.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f10'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r10'>10</a>. </span>It was never found out exactly what caused the check and I do not think it ever will be.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>It was rather a nasty moment. We had a sudden -new suspicion of insecurity and a feeling that valuable -time might have been lost. It now wanted about two -hours to dawn, and so far we reckoned that only 24 -were out of the camp. It did not look very promising -for most of the waiting list.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the absence of the orderlies—we hardly felt justified -in giving them further orders—we sent through -the next five officers on the waiting list, headed by Sharp, -allowing five minutes between each. They did not return, -so we concluded that the tunnel was still clear and that -they had got away, thus bringing the total number to -29. About half a dozen more had followed at regular -intervals, and it was getting on for half-past four, when -the last—Captain Gardiner of the A.I.F.—came back to -report that the tunnel was blocked and passage impossible. -According to his report the tunnel was reverberating -with groans, curses, and expressions of encouragement. -Someone apparently was stuck in front and was urging -those behind him to get back in order to let him out. -Those behind, on the other hand, like the Tuscans in -the famous Lay, were crying “Forward” in no uncertain -tones, and urging him to get out and on with it. It had -clearly become a hopeless impasse. It seemed best, -therefore, at this juncture to call a halt and clear the -course before daylight, so as to defer the chance of discovery -till the last possible moment. Recommendations -were therefore passed along to evacuate the tunnel.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But here arose another difficulty. Those now labouring -in the tunnel were not used to its ways. It was -hard enough to wriggle along in a forward direction, -but withdrawal, with a heavy pack in tow, was an even -more strenuous proposition. It will be remembered -that the working-party, with muscles attuned by long -practice, had experienced the utmost difficulty in pulling -out the sacks of earth when the rope method broke -down. And to get the packs out was an absolute -necessity, for otherwise there would be a complete block -both before and behind, which would result in the foremost -unfortunates being entombed until the tunnel was -discovered and they were dug out.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The situation called for desperate measures, and fortunately -the right man was at hand. A New Zealand -officer called Garland, who was high up on the waiting -list, came up to the rendezvous to prospect. He happened -to be about as strong physically as any other two -officers in the camp, and possessed the biceps of a -Hercules. He at once volunteered to go down and try -to pull out the rear-most man.</p> - -<p class='c008'>After about half an hour he succeeded in doing so, -and the two collaborators in this severe physical exercise -crawled back through the attic hole completely exhausted -and dripping with sweat.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There still remained four men stuck in the tunnel, -it was already getting light, and in an hour and a half—at -6 a.m.—a German N.C.O. was due to open the -outside door and call the orderlies. It was essential, -therefore, to get everyone back into the building before -that time. If the alarm of the escape was not raised -before 9 o’clock <i>appel</i>, the 29 fugitives now at large -would have all the better opportunity of making cover -some distance away from the camp before they lay up -for their first day out.</p> - -<p class='c008'>An hour past a look-out from an upper window at -the end of one of the corridors had reported that two -figures had been seen in the dim half light of the dawn -making off through the rye-field. It was guessed that -these would probably be the last pair out before the -accident had happened in the tunnel which had barred -further passage. If this couple could gain the Duke of -Brunswick’s hunting woods—some three miles distant—before -the hue and cry was out, they could lie up -snugly and safely, and their predecessors would be in -all the better plight.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The work of extracting the remaining four went on -slowly and laboriously, and by a quarter to six two more -mudstained objects had been salved and had been sent -back, cursing bitterly, to their rooms to get rid of their -mud and cover their traces. It appeared that the tunnel -had caved in about five-sixths of the way up—at the -bottom of the slope up to the final exit. Stones loosened -in the traffic had found their way to this—the lowest -point in the whole tunnel, and were blocking further -progress. A landslip on the most modest scale would -be quite enough to block up the tiny hole.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was now nothing left to do. The two officers -still in the tunnel with the volunteers assisting them -to get out would have to be left to take their chance. -Everybody else went back to their rooms and to bed, -hugging themselves in anticipation of the 9 o’clock -<i>appel</i>, and the fireworks which would inevitably ensue -when the Feldwebel of B house reported with a rueful -countenance that according to his reckoning there -“failed” (<i>fehlen</i>) no less than twenty-nine <i>Herren</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This hope was, however, frustrated, and the bubble -burst two hours too soon. The two last men in the -tunnel were eventually retrieved, and emerged from the -plank entrance with their rescuers to find the door at -the orderlies’ entrance open. The under-officer had -duly called the orderlies some twenty minutes previously -and had gone away suspecting nothing. Their obvious -course was to obey instructions and go back to their -house by the same way as they had come. But for -some reason they failed to do so and ran out very -foolishly into the cookhouse in the enclosure, where -they met Niemeyer out for an inopportune early morning -stroll. Their salvage party meanwhile had gone -back by the proper way.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In ten minutes the whole of the camp staff had appeared -on the scene. The two officers, of course, refused -to say anything or to explain their muddy condition. -Even then Niemeyer failed to tumble to what -had actually occurred. But a few minutes later an -excited farmer appeared at the postern gate and led the -whole party to where, amid the trampled rye in which -a dozen different tracks were visible from the camp -windows, a gaping hole brought recognition and late -wisdom to Milwaukee Bill.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“<i>So, ein Tunnel.</i>”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Tunnel. The same dangerous word, common to -either language, which had been whispered for so long -by the one side, now ran like electricity through the -ranks of the other.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The next question from Niemeyer’s point of view -was, how many? The fat Feldwebel went off and counted -an expectant house. He found everybody unusually -wide awake and good humoured for that hour of the -morning. The fat Feldwebel was himself thoroughly -amused by the eventful happenings since his last appearance -in the house, and he merely chortled good-humouredly -as name after name elicited no response. -He returned to the rye-field to report to Niemeyer an -absentee list of 26. In his excitement he had forgotten -to count the “Munshi’s” room, from which all three -occupants had flitted.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then came the real moment. Niemeyer’s jaw -dropped, his moustachios for a brief instant lost their -twirl, his solid stomach swelled less impressively against -his overcoat. Just for a moment he became grey and -looked very old. But only for a moment. The sound of -laughter in the upper corridor windows floated down -to him and roused action and the devil in him forthwith. -As an initial measure he put all the windows at that end -of the building out of bounds and told his sentries to -fire at once if a face appeared. Then he had the outer -doors of both houses locked. Then he placed a sentry -over the tunnel head and stalked away to the Kommandantur -to ring up the Company Captain in Holzminden, -inform the police, report events to Corps -Headquarters at Hanover, and issue emergency orders -“for the safety of the camp.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>These were posted up in both houses and caused -considerable amusement. Briefly, they permitted the -officers remaining in the camp to eat, sleep, and breathe, -but that was about all. “No one,” so ran the order, -“when inside the building was to move from his own -room. Conversation with other officers in the corridors -or by the notice boards was forbidden. Officers were -not allowed to stand about at the doors of the buildings. -No officer belonging to one house might enter the -other. Officers were not to walk about in groups of -more than two.” And so on.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Of course we had amply expected all this. Indeed, -there was ground for congratulation that things had -panned out up to the present without murder being -done. Stringent orders had been issued that, in the event -of the escape only being discovered at the 9 o’clock <i>appel</i>, -there was to be no laughter or demonstration calculated -to aggravate. Months before, the more serious-minded -had discussed the prospects of someone being shot in -the Commandant’s first wild ebullition of fury and -baffled rage at the defeat of all his precautions. It was -one advantage of the premature discovery of the escape -that what shooting was ordered was confined to the -windows.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Twenty-nine. The magic number flitted from mouth -to mouth and was shouted across from B house to A, -who cheered heartily on hearing the figure. It was indeed -a good number and constituted an easy record for -Germany, if not for all time. <i>Neun und zwanzig.</i> Long -ere now it had permeated to the town, and the road outside -the camp was strangely peopled with unusual -figures of both sexes and all ages, anxious to view the -scene of the occurrence, and most of them no doubt -vastly pleased at the discomfiture of the notorious bully, -Hauptmann Niemeyer. Always the camp had been the -diversion of a Sunday evening stroll for the burghers -of Holzminden; now we played daily to crowded -houses, until the Commandant, in his exasperation, put -the confines of the camp out of bounds to civilians. -Those who had been stuck in the hours of the dawn -exchanged experiences and friendly recrimination. Personal -disappointment was merged in the general triumph. -For triumph it was. Twenty-nine loose in Germany. -Twenty-nine. He would have been a bold man who -would have breathed that number in Niemeyer’s hearing.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The sentries grinned as they echoed it. Kasten, the -fat old Feldwebel, laughed as he notched it on the next -(mid-day) <i>appel</i>. And Niemeyer tried to digest it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>He was not very successful. We were let out of the -barracks after mid-day. No attempt was naturally made -to fall in with the newly posted camp regulations, and -serious collisions with Niemeyer, as soon as he came -abroad, were inevitable. There was at the bottom of -everybody’s mind a feeling that the time had at last -come to be rid of him, that now the star of the Great -Twin Brethren might at last wane and the wrath from -Hanover or Berlin descend on the discredited favourite -for being unable either to keep his gaol-birds at home or -to keep order in his own house. But bloodshed was to be -avoided. It was a difficult policy, to annoy by pinpricks, -to goad an already maddened creature, but to keep, as -a community, within the law. But it was the right -policy, and one which commended itself to the new -senior British officer, Colonel Stokes Roberts, who succeeded -to the position vacated by Colonel Rathborne, -now well on his way to freedom.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Accordingly the red rag was discreetly held out, and -Niemeyer retained just enough self-control not to draw -and flourish a revolver. All the available cells were -filled within the first few hours with candidates for three -days’ arrest. Their crimes were imaginary and were not -stated. They might have failed to salute at 40 paces, -they might have laughed, they might merely have -happened to be standing somewhere in Niemeyer’s path. -It did not matter. They had certainly all broken the -latest camp regulations.</p> - -<p class='c008'>All the orderlies were taken off duty and set to dig -up the tunnel. The tin rooms and parcel rooms were -closed until further notice. I myself, whose complicity -with the plot was highly suspected, was removed from -my own room and bundled unceremoniously into one -of the large rooms on the top floor of A house. The -windows of the cells were barricaded up and made quite -dark by day and the lights in them were kept on all -night. Every German in the camp personnel was put -on to sentry duty and sentries paraded the passages -three times in the night. The use of the bath room -attendant for this purpose precluded baths. In a word -we were “strafed,” and the camp knew once more the -open warfare which had prevailed for the first unforgettable -month of its existence.</p> - -<div id='illo142' class='figcenter id007'> -<img src='images/p_142_facing.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>Orderlies digging out the tunnel between Kaserne B and the outer wall.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>The inconveniences of such a state of affairs were -lightly borne, and even relished, by the large majority. -The Tunnellers had scored too heavily for us to mind -doing scapegoat for them. It was a pleasant thought -that all twenty-nine were still abroad, and that there was -a reasonable certainty of a fair proportion of them getting -over and putting a stop to Niemeyer’s run of -atrocious good luck in the matter of escapes. Apart -from the hue and cry which had already been raised -through the North German press, the fugitives had -everything in their favour. They had had months to -deliberate on their route and travelling tactics; their -packs had been stocked at leisure so as to combine the -maximum of nutrition with the minimum of weight; -their civilian disguises were adequate for their purpose. -Most of them were going to trust to their legs to -carry them over the border and would be only night -birds of passage, lying up during the day. But Colonel -Rathborne possessed a knowledge of German and a -superb civilian suit, over which he had put pyjamas in -going through the tunnel, and which would be able to -set casual interference blandly at defiance. He was -walking due south to Göttingen and was there going -to entrain for Aachen <i>viâ</i> Cassel and Frankfurt. If all -went well with him and his forged passport passed -muster, he would be over the frontier in under three -days. And later, when six days had gone by and he -had not returned, the camp knew that the spell had been -broken and that an Englishman was over from Holzminden. -But we said nothing to the Germans.</p> - -<p class='c008'>However, before six days had passed a good number -of the twenty-nine had already been rounded up and -brought back to camp. As they were kept in the -strictest isolation, it was only possible to hear their -stories by bribing the cell attendants to bring written -messages from them. If bribes failed, the message was -concealed somehow in their trays of food. Every officer -in detention cell had to have a friend to feed him—i.e. -cook his food and see that it was delivered to him; -otherwise he existed in semi-starvation on the German -ration. It was the usual thing, preparatory to an attempt -to escape, to arrange for your feeding arrangements in -“jug”; and the penalty of recapture was shared to the -full by the luckless partner, who thus had double work.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Sharp and Luscombe were the first pair back, as they -had been the last pair away. They had had two days and a -night out and had been caught passing through a village -at night about 15 miles down the Weser. Sharp reported -that at his search on being brought back to the camp, -Niemeyer had vented his spleen on him by picking a -valuable gold watch to pieces with his pocket knife, and -by giving instructions for his civilian clothes (which included -a brand new coat from England) to be ripped to -ribbons. Every day brought in some fresh recapture, -and, the cell accommodation being completely inadequate -to cope with the numerous criminals, the town gaol was -drawn upon to afford relief.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was a sad blow to the camp when some of the -foremost spirits in the adventure—Mardock, Lawrence, -Butler, and Langren—were brought back after being -out about ten days. Butler had stolen a bicycle and was -caught on it while passing through a village. The others -had been taken in the vicinity of the Ems. All these -separate captures used to be described at length and with -appropriate embellishments in the Hanoverian press. -Thus in one organ it was stated that the refugees were -all wearing British uniform; another had it that British -naval uniform was the mode, with the buttons altered; -yet another explained that the prisoners had escaped in -civilian disguise procured from British friends outside -the camp. To be sure, we had British friends outside -the camp—what prisoner-of-war did not? But one -could imagine the burghers of Hanover reading this -sort of stuff and commenting on the lax policy of the -Government towards enemy aliens!</p> - -<p class='c008'>A detective from Berlin had arrived shortly after the -escape and displayed the usual aptitude of his species in -examining the tunnel. Several hours elapsed before he -found the door in the partition. This was all in Niemeyer’s -favour, since a mere Commandant, a layman in -the science of crime, could not reasonably have been -expected to guess the secret which had temporarily -baffled the expert. Such acuteness would have been -unseemly and unprofessional. The detective took a -large number of photographs<a id='r11' /><a href='#f11' class='c016'><sup>[11]</sup></a> and made a large number -of notes, and the two parted on the best of terms. -When Niemeyer had bowed the important visitor off -the premises, he turned his attention once more to the -safe keeping of the British officers still remaining under -his wing.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f11'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r11'>11</a>. </span>Three of these are reproduced in this book.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>For several days he achieved a crescendo of fury and -malevolence and maintained all the outward characteristics -of a mad bull. Unfortunately he had not in -any way fallen from grace. A staff officer from Hanover -specially sent down to examine the affair was, to -our disappointment, an apparently appreciative witness -of his behaviour. We had calculated that von Hänisch -would by now have discovered a flaw in his chosen instrument, -and that the attitude of the chief might be -seen to be reflected in his subordinates. But we were -out of our reckoning. The captain from Hanover used -even to accompany Niemeyer in his periodical incursions -into the camp precincts and stand stolidly by while the -latter blackguarded every Englishman within reach or -hearing.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Possibly Niemeyer had got ideas from reading Don -Quixote on his dull evenings. One of his favourite -amusements during this period was to make fierce onslaughts -with his stick on the washing hanging out to -dry on the wire fence between the two main buildings. -He would lunge at some unoffending under-garment, -spit it, brandish it violently in the air, and then trample -on it. It was against the regulations for washing to be -hung on the wire, and the Commandant sacrificed his -personal dignity to see that these regulations were unflinchingly -obeyed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His behaviour towards the orderlies was a delightful -contrast. Usually domineering and foul-mouthed towards -them beyond the ordinary, he was now honey-tongued -good fellowship itself. The orderlies were all -employed digging up the tunnel; and Niemeyer used -to stand by them for hours at a time, asking the men -questions about their homes in England, their wives and -children, and generally trying to put himself on the best -possible terms with them.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Niemeyer was looking desperately hard for a scapegoat. -It is to be remembered that no one had been -caught actually <i>in</i> the tunnel, and every officer recaptured -stoutly refused to say how he had got out. There was -no tangible evidence of any conspiracy. Consequently -unless an admission of complicity was wrung from one -of the orderlies, the charge of doing damage to German -property, levelled against a number of unconvicted and -unconvictable persons, would lose weight, however circumstantial -the evidence; and it was punishment to the -hilt which the Commandant, in his wounded pride, -yearned after. But his clumsy overtures took in nobody. -The men knew that he was trying his hardest to pump -them and gave nothing away.</p> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c005' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='X' class='c006'>CHAPTER X<br /> <br />CLOSING INCIDENTS</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>Niemeyer had often, in more peaceful days, jocularly -remarked that the conduct of the British officers was -making him an old man before his time. Such of us -as in these days were brought face to face with him -began to get a comfortable feeling that this indeed was -the case. He was reported to be 62; and by this time -he was looking every day of it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The actual <i>casus belli</i> on which the senior British -officer decided to force the issue was the treatment, on -the day after the escape, of an R.F.C. officer called -Phelan. This officer had on his way down to the cells -been brutally kicked by a sentry under the approving -eye of a particularly odious Feldwebel of the best Prussian -pattern surnamed Klausen, and known familiarly as -“Dog Face.” The act had been witnessed by at least -six British officers and the evidence duly taken down. -The senior British officer therefore gave the Phelan -incident pride of place in a summary sent to Niemeyer -of various individual and collective injustices visited on -the members of the camp since the discovery of the -tunnel, and added a curt ultimatum that unless these -grievances were promptly redressed he would be unable -to be responsible for the further conduct of the British -officers.</p> - -<p class='c008'>This was an extreme step and had never, even in this -turbulent camp, been employed before. For the senior -British officer to disclaim authority over his own brother-officers -implied, legally speaking, that he regarded the -conditions of imprisonment as too monstrous to be -covered by the accepted rules of the Hague Convention, -and that in fact he looked upon the Commandant not -as his sentinel in an honourable captivity under the -rules of war, but as his gaoler in a common gaol, where -international conventions did not apply. Once this -attitude was taken up, the ordinary courtesies of military -etiquette would have to be abandoned, salutes not -offered, passive resistance everywhere adopted. Uniformity -of conduct would be an absolute essential, and -elaborate precautions were taken to warn the camp by -word of mouth—paper would have been too dangerous—exactly -what procedure was to be followed if the -order went forth that diplomatic relations had been -broken off with the Huns.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Adjutant’s position in those stormy days was an -onerous one. It was the essence of the whole British -policy that the senior officer’s orders should be carried -out to the letter. Due allowance had also to be made -for the incalculable perversity of the “half per cent” -to whom reference has already been made. Both of -these duties fell to the Adjutant of the camp working -through the Adjutants of the houses. Written instructions -were impossible on account of the risk. It was -necessary to warn personally every one of the 500 odd -officers in the camp and to explain when, and if necessary -why, action was to be taken in accordance with -“scheme of resistance A or B.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>No reply was received to the ultimatum, and it was -decided therefore to put into execution a general scheme -of passive resistance. On the morning after the expiry -of the ultimatum the entire camp shuffled late and listlessly -on to 9 o’clock <i>appel</i>, wearing, for the most part, -cardigan jackets instead of tunics, and innocent of all -headgear. When the German officers appeared, no one -saluted or paid the slightest attention to them. Ulrich -hesitated, grasped the situation, and went straight back -to the Kommandantur to report. He returned with a -message from the Commandant to the senior British -officer that if he could arrange for an orderly <i>appel</i> in -an hour’s time he (the Commandant) would be glad to -discuss matters and examine the list of grievances submitted.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So far, so good. The word was circulated for a perfect -<i>appel</i> at 10 a.m. But at 10 o’clock, after the conclusion -of an <i>appel</i> which, for correctness of dress and -demeanour, would have satisfied the soul even of the -late lamented Lincke, Niemeyer strode on to the middle -of the parade ground and disillusioned us:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Well, yentlemen,” he bawled out, “You have -broken the camp regulations, so you must be punished. -There will be no sport for three days.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>The camp was too flabbergasted even to boo or groan. -We had trusted him and paid the obvious penalty. The -whole incident was typically Prussian.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Colonel Stokes Roberts did the only possible thing -under the circumstances and countered with an order -for another passive resistance <i>appel</i> at 5 o’clock. Once -again tunics and caps were discarded and the long rows -of ragamuffins stood listlessly awaiting the pleasure of -their gaolers to come and count them. There was likely -to be trouble this time, for the authorities would be -forewarned, and it was noticed that the guard were standing -paraded in front of the Kommandantur. It was just -a question of how far our friend would dare to go. -The action of the British was seen from the Kommandantur -and the German officers did not even come on -<i>appel</i>. An interpreter was sent out to order all officers -to go back to their houses. As we trailed off the parade -ground Niemeyer appeared at the head of about a dozen -sentries with bayonets fixed and roared to us to get -into our houses “right away.” As there was only one -door in each house this was an impossible feat, and the -disreputable crowd merely grinned at the sheepish -sentries and the Commandant fulminating from one -barrack to another. The British acted creditably up to -their allotted part of brainless, dejected criminals, and -there was no demonstration or provocative action as we -gradually melted away into our respective barracks.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One officer, however, who had on board rather more -than was good for him, did his best to promote bloodshed. -He dropped a large faggot from an upper window -in B Kaserne which missed Niemeyer by inches. Beside -himself with rage, the Commandant ordered the -nearest sentry to fire, indicating the only officer then -within sight, a lame flying officer, as the target. The -man, who was really not to be blamed, fired up the -staircase up which the officer was making all haste to -retreat, missed him by a few inches, and splintered a -window. Then the doors were closed and we breathed -again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The counter-charge of mutiny was brought by Niemeyer, -when in company with the Hanover staff -captain he interviewed Colonel Stokes Roberts that -evening. The camp had publicly mutinied, and the -mutiny would have to be made the subject of a special -report. The senior British officer desired nothing better. -A special report, he suggested, might eventually result -in bringing facts to light. He begged the Commandant’s -permission to forward two letters to the Dutch Legation -at Berlin and to the <i>Kriegsministerium</i>, which contained -point-blank accusations of misconduct against the Commandant. -By German law Niemeyer was bound to -forward these letters, however much he disliked their -matter. It did not, however, at all follow that he would -do so, and accordingly, to prevent any possibility of -miscarriage, duplicate letters were smuggled out of the -camp into the safe keeping of the love-sick typist with -injunctions to deliver the goods. The letter to the -<i>Kriegsministerium</i> asked urgently for an inspection of -the camp by a responsible superior officer.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So far the campaign had proceeded satisfactorily; the -case sooner or later would be put against Niemeyer -without delicacy or reserve before the supreme German -military authority. Then the whole history of the camp -could be bluntly narrated, the damning Black Book -hauled up from its hiding-place in Room 24 of B house -and presented for inspection and comment. The cards -were in our hands now, if we had the opportunity of -playing them. Only the tribunal must be reasonably -impartial and Niemeyer must not be suffered to interpret. -Too many a good chance had gone begging ere -this in the camp’s history, simply because the Commandant, -in conducting an interview, had systematically -interpreted black as white and adroitly diverted the -discussion from the subject of himself. It had been an -unfortunate coincidence that whenever a representative -from the <i>Kriegsministerium</i> in Berlin had visited the camp -either he had been unable to speak English or the senior -British officer of the time had been unable to speak -German. The Commandant, with his fluent knowledge -of English, had invariably provided the convenient -bridge and the interview had accordingly failed miserably -in its object.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Until the visit from the <i>Kriegsministerium</i>, conditions -remained much as before, except that we gave orderly -<i>appels</i>. Our policy was to lie low and await whatever -Daniel the <i>Kriegsministerium</i> should deign to send us. -Niemeyer seemed determined to make what hay he -could while the sun shone. His way of doing so took -the form of gross personal discourtesy to the senior -British officer. On the day after the letters to the Dutch -Legation and German War Office had been handed in, he -stalked on to <i>appel</i>, went up to Colonel Stokes Roberts, -and asked him in a menacing tone if he took full responsibility -for all that had been written in them. On -an answer being given in the affirmative, he became -violently abusive and ordered the Colonel to produce -another speaker in his stead, as he would have no more -to do with him. He then proceeded publicly to insult -Colonel Stokes Roberts in a manner absolutely unprecedented. -Colonel Roberts, after the first salute, had -been standing, as was customary, at ease in the orthodox -manner. Niemeyer suddenly bellowed to him to stand -at attention. “I guess you’ll speak to me at attention. -Put your heels closer—CLOSER.” It was the very -last straw and made cheeks flame and ears tingle in the -agony of furious humiliation.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Niemeyer persisted in his demand for another “speaker” -to represent the camp, only giving away his -lamentable ignorance of our military customs in even -formulating the request. As a joke, the names of some -of his most avowed and outspoken enemies were submitted -for his approval. Prominent on this list was the -name of Lieutenant Beyfus, a barrister of repute, a -prisoner of three years’ standing, and, on frequent occasions, -an able exponent to Niemeyer on the rights of -the individual in captivity. Niemeyer, whose sense of -humour failed him in these days, furiously repudiated -such a preposterous nomination.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“No, no,” he fumed; “I will not have ze Beyfus; -get me another.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>We were paying for the tunnel; but every day that -passed now without someone being brought back increased -our hopes that it had not been dug in vain. -Colonel Rathborne was by now certainly over. “Munshi” -Gray, Bousfield, three others of the working-party, -and four not of the working-party were still -abroad; and it was a fortnight since the night of the -escape. Further, the opening of the big allied offensive -on August 8th put new heart into us. The first day’s -advance showed a great slice on our well-conned maps -that looked indeed like the moving warfare for which -we had, in our own far-off day, so often made preparation -in vain. Also we heard on reliable authority that a -Bavarian regiment moving from the Bulgarian to the -Western Front had mutinied at some place quite near; -and such of the more Left of the German papers as we -were permitted to read were full of their proposed -campaign for the autumn session of the Reichstag. It -was a more healthy atmosphere altogether than in the -terrible days of March only four and a half months ago.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Any suspected officers in either Kaserne received -short shrift in these days, and were bundled unceremoniously -from their rooms into safer quarters on the -ground floor of A Kaserne, where the lower windows -were never open and the flies and staleness of the -atmosphere were correspondingly oppressive. Billets in -this way were found for any officers who had been -known to have escaped before and who were referred -to feelingly by Niemeyer as “the yentlemen.” These -particular rooms used to be visited two or three times -in a night by a Feldwebel with an electric torch, which -he used to flash on the occupant of each bed in turn, -thereby effectually waking everybody up. Here lay the -afore-mentioned and eloquent Beyfus, whose recent -arrival had prevented his obtaining a place in the tunnel -scheme, but whose record made him a marked man -with the authorities. Here I myself lay, after yet another -enforced migration from the attic floor in A -house, and in accordance—so lied the official intimation—with -orders from Hanover. And here also lay -Leefe Robinson, V.C., whose gallant spirit Niemeyer, -with subtle cruelty, had endeavoured for months past -to break. That Robinson’s untimely death on his return -from captivity was assisted indirectly by the treatment -which he received at the hands of Niemeyer no one will -deny who was in a position to witness that treatment.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The handling to which Leefe Robinson was subjected -was so outrageous that it was communicated to the -home authorities in a concealed report (in the hollow -of a tennis racket handle) <i>viâ</i> an exchange party. Robinson -had come from Freiburg in Baden, where he had -made an attempt with several others to escape. “The -English Richthofen”—as Niemeyer, with coarse urbanity, -called him to his face—was at once singled out as -the victim of a malevolent scheme of repression. He -was placed in the most uncomfortable room in the -camp, whereas his rank entitled him to the privileges -of a small room; he was caused to answer to a special -<i>appel</i> two or three times in a day; and he was forbidden -under any pretext to enter Kaserne B. On the occasion -of a visit from some Inspecting General, and on the -pretext of all the rooms having to be cleaned up and -ready for inspection by 9 o’clock <i>appel</i>, Robinson’s -room was entered by a Feldwebel and sentries at 7.45 a.m., -and Robinson himself was forcibly pulled out of bed -and the table next to the bed upset on the floor. Two -hours later Niemeyer was introducing “the English -Richthofen” to the august visitor with a profusion of -oleaginous compliments, and four hours later Robinson -was in the cells for having disobeyed camp orders. -Truly most damnable and cowardly persecution.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Notwithstanding all this, the Chamber of Horrors -(as the room devoted to the criminals used popularly -to be known) was the scene of many a humorous incident. -Restricted space caused the bed of the eloquent -Beyfus to be very near the door. On the flooring just -inside the door lay the mat upon which Beyfus used to -stand to undress. Whenever the Germans came into -the room Beyfus always contrived that the door should -impinge upon some part of his person and seized the -occasion to call every German within hail—the Commandant, -of course, for choice—to witness the unprovoked -attack upon his blushing modesty. Great effect -was added when the harangue was delivered in the -passage and only in shirt and slippers.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The Spanish “flu,” which descended in those days in -an all embracing form on the camp, brought some compensating -humour. In the first place, Niemeyer got it -at once and was reported, quite incorrectly, to be dying. -The wish, both amongst Germans and British, was -doubtless father to this rumour. Then all the orderlies -got it at the same time and the officers swept and garnished -for themselves. And finally, when the disease -had filtered through from the orderlies and taken fair -hold of the officers, every room in both barracks was -filled with the groans of those who thought they were -about to die. As a matter of fact not more than a dozen -were at all seriously ill, and these recovered quite rapidly.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The long expected visit from the <i>Kriegsministerium</i> -representative synchronised with the tail end of the -outbreak and came at precisely the wrong moment.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In the first place, I was sick. It should have been my -business to warn the senior British officer of the visit, -and arrange for an English officer to interpret his remarks -at the interview. Unfortunately, and through -nobody’s fault, nothing of this sort was done. Colonel -Stokes Roberts was sent for at a moment’s notice and -had his hand forced. Niemeyer once again acted as -interpreter, the blinkers were kept on throughout, and -the visitor went away satisfied that the complaints made -by the British had been grossly exaggerated, that Niemeyer, -in spite of his reputation, was, after all, a very -pleasant fellow, and that there was nothing to report on -unfavourably in the conduct of the camp.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Thus the rebellion at Holzminden petered unsatisfactorily -out; it had been no one’s fault that the chance -had come and gone untaken. But it was evident that -it would not come again, and that the last final effort to -remove Niemeyer had been as fruitless as the first. On -the other side, the charge of general mutiny was not -pressed, and legal proceedings were reserved only for -those implicated in the tunnel. Gradually the sombre -camp resumed its normal working. A new Adjutant -succeeded to office, and I, together with other suspected -criminals, was transported to a camp of more fancied -security. Under the new Adjutant some form of co-operation -in the general interests with the German -authorities became once more possible.</p> - -<p class='c008'>His predecessor, bundled out of the camp with two -other officers at two hours’ notice, had the pleasure, -before leaving, of firing one Parthian shot at the Commandant. -The evening before, an unsigned postcard -had been received from the Hague. It ran simply—“Cheeroh -old bean,” and was addressed to Colonel -Rathborne’s late mess-mate. We communicated the -substance of this postcard to Niemeyer, and it was some -consolation, before we shook the dust of Holzminden -off our feet for ever, to see the confession of defeat -written plainly in his face. Once again—and for the first -time since the original discovery of the escape—speech -fairly failed him.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c008'>Events, however, were moving too rapidly now for -it to be a matter of great consequence to Niemeyer -even that he should have let a full-blown Lieutenant-Colonel -slip through his fingers. His own hour was -near to striking. As the British advance in September -continued without respite and the inevitable end came -ever nearer, so this disreputable old man changed his -tactics accordingly. He very rarely came within the -precincts of the camp; but he saw the Adjutant almost -daily, and at every interview some concession or other -long striven for was now readily given. He even began -to prepare the ground for a <i>volte-face</i> in his Prussian -creed and politics. The picture of the Kaiser vanished -from the wall of his sanctum. He became the strangest -and most undignified contrast to the swaggering bully -who had ruled this roost so long. And finally when, -on the conclusion of hostilities, the <i>Arbeiter und Soldaten -Rat</i> took over the military direction of affairs in the -town, he was suffered to disappear unmolested and cover -his tracks as best he might. It is not known what has -happened to him; by some he is stated to be in arrest -at Hanover, by others to have removed himself and -his ill-gotten gains to a neutral country. It is quite -probable that we shall never hear of him again, for he -had no murders to his charge and may not be included -by the Supreme Council in the punishable class<a id='r12' /><a href='#f12' class='c016'><sup>[12]</sup></a>. But -it is certain that he will never again walk up Bond Street -or show his face in Milwaukee. He must rest on his -laurels and be content with his European reputation.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f12'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r12'>12</a>. </span>Both the Niemeyers were on the Black List.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c008'>To give some idea of the actual difficulties of the final -exit and escape, it may be well to include the following -graphic account from the first man through:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“The kits of the first (working) party were got down -in the daytime. I had been chosen to cut out, and as -soon as the ten o’clock roll-call was over in the rooms, -L., C., and I (we were going to ‘travel’ together) went -off through the swing doors, the hole into the eaves, the -orderlies’ quarters, and so into the tunnel.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I left my room at about 10.15 p.m., and in ten -minutes I was worming my way along the hole for the -last time, noting all the old familiar ups and downs and -bends, bumping my head against the same old stones, -and feeling the weight of responsibility rather much. -I am not ashamed to say that I did a bit of praying on -the way along. When I got to the end, into the small -pit which we had dug to drop the earth of the roof into, -I put my kit on one side and got to work with a large -bread knife. It was of course pitch dark. I was kneeling -in the pit, digging vertically up. The earth fell into my -hair, eyes, and ears, and down my neck. I didn’t notice -it much then, but found afterwards that my shirt and -vest were completely brown. By about 11 p.m. I had a -hole through to the air about 6 inches in diameter. It -was raining, but the arc lamps made it look very light -outside. I found, to my delight, that we had estimated -right and that I had come up just beyond a row of beans -which would thus hide my exit, with any luck, from the -sentry. By 11.40 the way was open, and I pushed my -kit through and crawled out. The sentry nearest us had -a cough, which enabled me to locate him, but as he was -in the shadow of the wall and not in the light of the -electric lamps I could not see him. This made it a bit -more uncomfortable, as I didn’t know but that he was -staring straight at me. I crawled to the edge of the rye-field -and looked at my watch. It was 11.45 p.m. Just -at that moment the rain stopped, a bright full moon -shone out and an absolute stillness reigned. The rye -was very ripe and crackled badly, and so, after a whispered -consultation with L., I decided to crawl in a southerly -direction down the edge of the rye-field, keeping under -cover of the gardens.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“If there had only been the three of us to escape we -could have barged straight through the rye, but we had -to think of the hordes behind us, and could not afford -to take risks.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“We reached the end of the cover afforded by the -gardens and were debating what to do, when luckily -the rain started again, and we crawled through the rye, -the noise of the rain pattering on the rye being sufficient -to drown that made by our progress.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“When through the rye, we stopped to put on our -rücksacks, and then made for the river Weser which we -had to cross. Close to the river bank we found four or -five large hurdles. Piling these one on top of the other, -we made a raft, on which we ferried across first our kits -and then our clothes. The water was warm, but the wind -cold. We dressed and started again. It was by this time -about 2 a.m. C. thought he heard a shot, and we were -afraid that the Boche had spotted someone getting -out.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“As we rounded the spur of a hill, and the lights of the -<i>Lager</i>, which looked so pretty from outside, were shut -from our view, we said good-bye to Holzminden <i>Kriegsgefangenenlager</i>—a -good-bye which unhappily turned out -for us three to be only ‘au revoir.’”</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c008'>In all ten escaped. Rathborne, as stated, was over in -three days, and was able to report in person on the state -of affairs in one camp in the Xth Army Corps in which -he had held a responsible position. Gray, Bain, Kennard, -Bennett, and Bousfield among the working-party, Purves, -Tullis, Campbell Martin, and Leggatt amongst the others, -followed in the course of a fortnight. Most of them had -had some near shaves and were “all in” on arrival. -Bousfield—an old Cambridge 3-miler—had on one occasion -to out-distance his pursuers by running for it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Those who had been recaptured were kept in cells -until early in September without trial, although repeated -protests were made to the Commandant and higher -authority. They were then released to await court-martial. -The accused being many and rolling-stock being -valuable, the Court came to Holzminden to judge them. -On the morning of the trial a lawyer came to represent -the prisoners, and a representative of the Netherlands -minister at Berlin also came to act in their interests. -All the prisoners were tried together and were sentenced -to six months’ imprisonment on a combined charge of -mutiny and damage to property, the punishment to be -carried out in a fortress. As it happened, and although -the trial took place so early as 27th September, this -sentence was never carried out. Whether this was due -to the military situation or to some other cause is not -known. The signing of the Armistice removed finally -all possibility of the imprisonment ever being carried -into effect.</p> - -<div id='illo162' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_162_facing.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>Group of recaptured officers in a room at Holzminden.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>It was unfortunate that while the Holzminden tunnel -was under construction another tunnel was in progress -at Clausthal, where the twin brother Niemeyer was -Commandant. It is now known that the tunnel there -would have been completed in about a week from the -date on which the Holzminden escape took place. The -“Poldhu” had been busy between the camps, but, no -exact synchronisation being possible, it remained simply -to go full steam ahead in each camp and trust to luck. -As was anticipated, the Holzminden escape led to a very -serious search at Clausthal, and the tunnel was discovered -just as it was approaching completion. The tunnel of -Holzminden was, however, so much the bigger affair -that there was a rough justice in this award of -Fortune.</p> - -<div class='pbb'> - <hr class='pb c005' /> -</div> -<div class='chapter'> - <h2 id='XI' class='c006'>CHAPTER XI<br /> <br />MAKING GOOD</h2> -</div> - -<p class='c007'>The officers’ Lager at Stralsund lay on an island, or -rather on a twin pair of islands, called Greater and -Smaller Danholm, separated from the mainland by a -narrow strip of water over which a permanent ferry plies -to and fro. On the further side of these islands and -separated from them again by a wider channel, perhaps -two-thirds of the width of the Solent at its narrowest -point, lay the pleasant shores of Rügen. The blue sea -and the wooded slopes of this fair island recalled to the -home-sick prisoner the beauties of her smaller sister of -the Wight.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Hither in the summer of 1918 came 500 odd hungry -British officers, the unwilling guests of his then Imperial -Majesty Wilhelm II. They were a not inconsiderable -part of the many taken in the three gigantic German -offensives between March 21st and May 27th. They -came in big batches from the sorting-out camps of Rastatt -and Karlsruhe—the former place a memory that will -endure for their lives with those who were there—or in -little driblets from the hospitals whence they had been -discharged.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Hither came also in September 200 officers from -Aachen (Aix-la-Chapelle), the last of their illusions gone. -They had been sent from various camps to that place, -the stepping-stone for internment and happier things. -They had stayed there two months. Their parcels, -which should have been forwarded to them, went persistently -“west.” In many cases even their luggage had -gone to Holland. They had been taken for walks and -had viewed the promised land. And now, at the eleventh -hour, the congestion of sick at Aachen had necessitated -their removal and they had been side-tracked to the -Baltic—to wait and wait, and begin the dreary round -again. They moved our sympathy. They had had two -and a half years of it, and now they had as little to eat -as, and not much more to wear than, the new arrivals. -But one of them had a typewriter.</p> - -<p class='c008'>And hither came also a little party of three from -Holzminden Camp in Brunswick, transferred, as I have -previously explained, as suspected persons to a camp of -really reliable security. Major Gilbert, Lieutenant Ortweiler, -and myself had been told one morning that we -had an hour and a half in which to pack. We packed -and went. Stralsund was like a rest cure.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It is indeed a pleasant spot. A channel, narrow at the -entrances, broadening to ninety yards in the middle, -divides the islands. Standing on the bridge which spans -the channel at its narrowest, one looks west to Stralsund -town. Whether with the setting sun behind it or with -the morning sun full on it, it is beautiful. Venice viewed -from the sea could hardly be prettier. The dome of -the Marianne Kirche dominates the town, and the bat-coloured -sails of the fishing vessels could be just seen, -with an occasional motor-boat, moving in the blue Sound. -In Greater Danholm the chestnuts are magnificent. There -is one avenue of trees which meet each other overhead -as in a cathedral nave. And there was one little segregated, -fenced-off spot which for no particular reason we -called King Henry VIIIth’s Garden—the name seemed -to suit. One could take half an hour walking round the -camp.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But it is not my intention by painting too glowing a -picture to alienate my reader’s sympathy. The place was -good, but German. The buildings were good, but had -held Russians. The air was good, but there were smells. -We had been long-time prisoners—veterans, we considered -ourselves, in this horde of “eighteeners.” And -it would be cold, very cold in winter.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We had a fortnight’s holiday, revelling in the unexpected -beauty, the much less uncomfortable beds with -their extra sheet, the open-air sea bath in the mornings, -the freedom and scope of movement, the almost latent -wire, the inoffensiveness of the German personnel, the -unobtrusiveness of the Commandant, the beer (liquorice, -but still beer of a sort), the exchange of news with the -new prisoners and the picking up of old threads, the -sight of the sea from our landing window, the games -on real grass....</p> - -<p class='c008'>And then, in quite a different sense, we began looking -round.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We learned that the authorities were quietly and -politely confident that the place was escape-proof. They -expected attempts. Oh! yes. “We know it is your duty. -We should do it ourselves.” And conventionalities of -the sort that are common when German officers of a -decent type—and there were such on this island—find -themselves in conversation with Englishmen. “But it -cannot be done—no one has ever escaped from here. -True, it might be easy to cut the wire and get on to the -main part of the island, but we have our dogs. If you -swim to the mainland you will be recognised and brought -back. Even if you get across to Rügen you have to get -off it and you would be missed. We have our seaplane -to scour the sea. The ferry is guarded....” and -so on.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Subsequent events appeared to justify this view. Attempts -were made, and failed in quick succession. In -each case the objective was the same, though aimed at -by different methods—the open sea and the Danish -island of Bornholm or Danish territory elsewhere. Two -officers, yachtsmen born, cut the wire one night, swam -out towards Rügen, boarded an empty fishing vessel -about 200 yards out and got clean away. They stranded -off the north-west corner of Rügen and were recaptured. -Three others commandeered a boat which had been left -unpadlocked in the channel, rowed to the mainland, and -separated. Two were recaptured immediately, the third -was at large some days and was eventually arrested some -way down the coast. I did not learn his story. Another -party of three attempted to paddle over to Rügen on a -cattle trough. They selected a stormy night, were upset -fifty yards out of the channel, and got back, unobserved, -with difficulty, and, as one of them could not swim, -rather luckily.</p> - -<p class='c008'>So far as the German precautions went, the net upshot -of these attempts was that stringent orders were issued -about leaving boats in the channel or on the shores of -the island unpadlocked. For the rest, the Commandant -was satisfied with his second line of defence, the water, -which was moreover (it was now mid-September) growing -daily colder and more unattractive.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Such was the position when the Holzminden trio began -to put their heads together. I do not think any of us -seriously entertained the idea of an escape by water. -We were all hopeless landsmen, and Gilbert at any rate -could not swim. A “stunt” by sea necessitated a combination -of luck, pluck, opportunism, and, above all, -watermanship. Our armament, such as it was, was of a -different kind. We all knew German, Gilbert and I indifferently, -Ortweiler fluently. We had the wherewithal -to bribe. We could lay our hands on a typewriter. We -knew the ropes of a land journey by railway. G. and O. -had both been “out,” the latter more than once; and -I had heard these things much discussed. Moreover, -Gilbert, being a Major, had secured a small room which -he invited me to share, and Ortweiler was a member of -our mess. In a deep-laid scheme privacy is almost an -essential. Greatest asset of all, the Germans were not -suspicious and they left us alone.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Our idea, very much in the rough, crystallised as -follows: together or separately—as events might dictate—to -bluff the sentry at the main gate, and at the ferry; -to get on to the mainland and there travel by train to -the Holland frontier; and to have our preparations so -thoroughly made that, on paper at least, our plan was -bound to be successful.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Our first idea was to co-opt three or four others and -go out as a party of orderlies with one of us disguised -as a German sentry in charge. Individual officers had on -several occasions already been into the town with a party -of orderlies on some “fatigue” or other in order to have -a look round. Our idea was to concoct some imaginary -fatigue which would take us not only into the town but -out of it, where we should have an opportunity of -assuming our real disguise and separating on our respective -routes. We got so far as to fashion out our -bogus rifle in the rough, but before very long we discarded -the whole idea for various reasons. The rifle -would be too difficult to imitate to pass in broad daylight. -We could not be certain of securing the uniform -of our sentry; all the sentries on duty in the camp were -likely to be personally known to one another. Difficulties -of taking our disguise with us, difficulties of hitting on -the right sort of “fatigue” to disarm suspicion ... the -“cons” had it emphatically.</p> - -<div id='illo169' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_169_facing.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>Facsimile of the original permit-card copied by Lockhead.</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>Moreover, in the interval the looked-for “key” had -presented itself. Gilbert had succeeded in removing a -workman’s “permit” from his coat pocket while he was -working in the camp. This “permit” entitled the civilian -in question to visit the camp and its environs between -given dates, name and business being duly stated, and -the permit signed by the Camp Commandant. Printed -in German print on a plain white card, it appeared not -impossible of exact imitation. Our hopes were more than -fulfilled. Lieut. Lockhead, one of the party weather-bound -en route for a neutral country, had, we knew, -performed yeoman service in this line when at Holzminden. -We showed him the card. Within two days -he had accomplished an exact replica, including the signature, -so good as to be undistinguishable from the -original. Our hopes rose. It remained to complete the -remainder of our essential equipment—civilian clothes, -German money, forged passports, maps, and compasses. -With the two former I was entirely unprovided. One -passport, forged on an old model, was in Gilbert’s possession, -but we doubted its efficacy in northern Germany. -The two latter articles I was content to leave to the last -moment, when I should have definitely decided on my -route. One had the feeling that it was absurd to spend -hours on acquiring articles necessary only for the last -lap, when one might be stopped at the gate—a curiously -illogical reasoning, as these things, or at least one of -them, are indispensable for even a short journey across -country ... but there it was.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was at this point that the event occurred which led -me definitely to abandon my Holland scheme and decide -for the Danish border. A German private soldier came -into our room one day to do some work. He was in -uniform but was on leave in Stralsund, which was his -home, and in the then prevailing shortage of labour he -was lending a hand to his erstwhile master.</p> - -<p class='c008'>No “escaper” ever omits a chance—provided he can -speak German at all—of profiting by a conversation with -someone from outside the camp. Indeed, this was so -well known to the authorities that in most camps anybody -coming in from outside was escorted by a sentry -and not left alone during the period of his stay in the -camp. Stralsund was an exception, possibly because the -English had been there so short a time, possibly because -of the Commandant’s complacent idea as to its security. -Be that as it may, I had this fellow fairly quickly sized up. -It turned out his job was doing sentry on the Denmark -border.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Is it dull there?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Frightfully.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Do many get over up there?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Oh yes.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What? Prisoners?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“A few, but smugglers and deserters mostly. We -pretend not to see them.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Here was an eye-opener! I threw caution to the winds -and found that I had not mistaken my man. He was a -genial rascal, venal and disloyal to the core. Before he -had been in that room half an hour he had committed -himself far too deeply in the eyes of the German law -for me to have any fear that he would turn round and -blow the gaff on <i>us</i>. He told us (Gilbert had come in -by that time) of a slackly guarded frontier, with wire so -low that you could walk over it; of the exact route from -Stralsund to the last station outside the <i>Grenz-Gebiet</i> -(border territory); of the innocuous passage of an ordinary -<i>Personal-Zug</i> (slow train) without the complications of -passport-checking or examination over the dreaded Kiel -Canal. He came in next day with some civilian collars -and ties and an inadequate railway map, and on each day -he went out the heavier by sundry woollen and flannel -clothes, cigarettes, soap, chocolate, and cheese. He gave -me in return about 30 marks in German money. He -had promised to do even more, but he made some excuse -that his leave was up and we saw him no more. Probably -he funked it. Viewed as a commercial deal, the balance -was in his favour; but he had given us information that -was beyond rubies. Our hopes rose higher, and by this -time Gilbert and I were more or less definitely committed -to the Denmark scheme.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We had not long to wait for an opportunity of seeing -how our passports should read. I will say no more. -Even at this distance of time, immeasurably magnified -by the intervening events, there still may lurk the long -arm in German law, and we need not doubt that there -are still too many souls in Germany attracted by the -thought: <i>Wie soll ich Detective werden?</i> (How shall I -become a detective?) to make it altogether safe for those -concerned if I were to be more explicit in print. Suffice -it to say that our tools were of tender years, cheaply -bought, and therefore on both accounts the less deserving -of retribution<a id='r13' /><a href='#f13' class='c016'><sup>[13]</sup></a>. I had sold my field service ration boots -for 45 marks, through the agency of Ortweiler. I had -therefore collected about 75 marks, and this was, of -course, ample for my requirements. I was all the time -anxiously on the look-out for civilian clothes. I had got -a pair of old blue trousers from Captain Clarke of the -Merchant Marine. I had an old pair of ration “Tommy” -boots which on comparison with the home-grown article -might just “do.” I had shirt, collar, and tie. I wanted -hat, coat, and, in view of the lateness of the season, some -sort of overcoat.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f13'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r13'>13</a>. </span>This chapter was written over a year ago and times have changed. We borrowed the passport off a glazier’s boy who used to come into the camp. And we sold our boots to one of the camp canteen officials who was distinctly venal.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>By great good luck the hat, or, as it happened, cap, -materialised. A new naval suit with cap had arrived for -a merchant skipper who had gone to Aachen for a medical -board with the hope of exchange. As soon as we had -heard he had been passed and gone over the border, -G. and I promptly closed for the suit, of which we had -secured the refusal, with his <i>chargé d’affaires</i>. Shorn of -its buttons the suit made a smart civilian costume for -Gilbert, and shorn of its badge the cap became merely of -the naval type of headgear so common amongst German -boys or men of the working-class. I had always decided -I would shape my rôle according to the clothes which I -could find, and I now decided that I should travel 4th -class, as some sort of mechanic. For a coat I had to fall -back upon a brand new English coat sent out from home -and confiscated by and restolen from the Germans. I -made it as shabby as I could in the short time at my -disposal but even so it was far too smart to pass for my -class of “character” except at night. I therefore decided -that if travelling by day I would wear over my coat a -very old dark blue naval raincoat which had been given -me. I was thus equipped. I might possibly have done -better if I had waited, but the completion of my arrangements -had to synchronise, as far as possible, with that -of the others. I had also been able to copy a fairly good -map of northern Schleswig, showing roads and railways, -and, by great good luck and at the eleventh hour, I -secured what I believe was the last compass but one in -the whole camp. The shortage of these articles seemed -extraordinary, when one reflected on the abundance of -them in most of the old camps of longer standing. To -the donor on this occasion I am eternally indebted, as I -could not have managed very well without it.</p> - -<p class='c008'>From one of the camp personnel I had elucidated the -fact that the Hamburg train went at 6.40 in the morning. -From another source we heard there was also a train at -6.43 in the evening.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Gilbert meanwhile had been busy with the typewriter -which he had secured with great forethought from its -owner in the Aachen party. The “<i>Ausweis</i>” forms were -completed, each according to our own particular specifications.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Mine ran as follows:</p> - -<div class='size90'> - -<table class='table3' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='53%' /> -<col width='6%' /> -<col width='40%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c003'><i>Personal-Ausweis</i></td> - <td class='c003'>⎫</td> - <td class='c004'> </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c003'><i>für</i></td> - <td class='c003'>⎪</td> - <td class='c004'> </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c003'><i>Karl Stein</i></td> - <td class='c003'>⎬</td> - <td class='c004'>on the outside,</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c003'><i>aus</i></td> - <td class='c003'>⎪</td> - <td class='c004'> </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c003'><i>Stralsund</i></td> - <td class='c003'>⎭</td> - <td class='c004'> </td> - </tr> -</table> - -</div> - -<p class='c008'>and on the inside: on the left-hand side, my photograph—(I -had been photographed in this very camp by the -Germans and I had been wearing at the time an old -Indian volunteer tunic which in the photograph looked -much like a German tunic. This was pure chance and -very lucky).</p> - -<p class='c008'>On the right side, my particulars:</p> - -<table class='table4' summary=''> -<colgroup> -<col width='30%' /> -<col width='30%' /> -<col width='15%' /> -<col width='23%' /> -</colgroup> - <tr> - <td class='c002'> </td> - <td class='c002'>Karl Stein.</td> - <td class='c002'> </td> - <td class='c004'> </td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'><i>Date of Birth</i>:</td> - <td class='c002'>4/6/1880.</td> - <td class='c002'> </td> - <td class='c004'> </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'><i>Place of birth</i>:</td> - <td class='c002'>Stralsund.</td> - <td class='c002'> </td> - <td class='c004'> </td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'><i>State belonging to</i>:</td> - <td class='c002'>Prussian.</td> - <td class='c002'><i>Height</i>:</td> - <td class='c004'>1.60 metres.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'><i>Chin</i>:</td> - <td class='c002'>Ordinary.</td> - <td class='c002'><i>Eyes</i>:</td> - <td class='c004'>Brown.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'><i>Mouth</i>:</td> - <td class='c002'>Ordinary.</td> - <td class='c002'><i>Hair</i>:</td> - <td class='c004'>Brown.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'><i>Nose</i>:</td> - <td class='c002'>Large.</td> - <td class='c002'><i>Beard</i>:</td> - <td class='c004'>Moustache.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'><i>Particular marks</i>:</td> - <td class='c002'>None.</td> - <td class='c002'> </td> - <td class='c004'> </td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'> </td> - <td class='c002' colspan='3'><i>Authentic Signature</i>: Karl Stein.</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'> </td> - <td class='c002' colspan='3'>(A very lame and halting hand this!)</td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002' colspan='4'>“Herewith certified that the owner of the pass has subscribed</td> - </tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002' colspan='4'>his name with his own hand.”</td> - </tr> - <tr><td> </td></tr> - <tr> - <td class='c002'> </td> - <td class='c002' colspan='3'>(<i>Signed</i>) Lieutenant of Police, Stralsund.</td> - </tr> -</table> - -<p class='c008'>The stamps affixed to the passport—two on the photograph, -one on the right-hand side—were an amazingly -clever imitation by Lockhead (the friend who had already -helped us with the forging of the permit-cards). He did -these stamps by hand through some purple carbon paper -that I still had with me from an old army message-form -book, and to be believed they should be seen in the -original.</p> - -<div id='illo175' class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_175_facing_1.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_175_facing_2.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> -<div class='figcenter id003'> -<img src='images/p_175_facing_3.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>G. took infinite trouble with the filling up of these -passports. He had acquired a good flowing German hand -and he filled the particulars in himself, with a flourish -for the signature of the Police <i>Leutnant</i> at the bottom. -He also filled in the permit-cards. We had each two -passports, one made out as from Stralsund, and the other -as from Schleswig. We should naturally show the Stralsund -one in the Schleswig territory and <i>vice versâ</i>.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We were now ready, or as ready as anyone is until -the actual time comes to go, when there are always a -thousand and one things to be thought of.</p> - -<hr class='c015' /> - -<p class='c008'>It was arranged amongst ourselves that Ortweiler -should have the first shot, as he stood easily the best -chance of effecting escape. Accordingly, on Monday the -14th October he made his exit. He was well made up -with a false moustache stuck on with some very diluted -form of spirit gum, and fiercely curved at the tips. It -was only tow, but it served its purpose in the dark. Our -duty was to patrol the avenue leading to the main gate -between 5 and 6.30 p.m., to mark down what dangerous -Germans had left the camp, and to stop O. if anyone -who was likely to suspect him hove in sight.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I should mention here that from the barrack selected -as dressing room to the main gate is about 200 yards. -From the main gate on to the ferry is another 350 yards. -After dark at this time of year various Germans living -in the town were likely to be leaving the island for the -night, and the ferry was thus constantly on the move. -Our object was primarily to avoid the more dangerous -Germans, e.g. an officer or the Interpreter, who knew -us all well by sight.</p> - -<p class='c008'>All went well. I gave the signal “all clear” at about -6.30 and G. and I piloted Ortweiler out, slowing down -as he passed us 40 yards from the main gate. We saw -him take out his card and hand it to the sentry, who -then let him through the postern. It had worked! We -breathed a sigh of relief. Just as we were going back, -we met the Interpreter homeward bound for the ferry. -He was too close behind O. to be exactly safe, so I -engaged him in conversation. He was in a hurry and -I could only think of something rather fatuous to say, -but I held him up a minute or two and that may have -caused him to miss Ortweiler’s particular boat<a id='r14' /><a href='#f14' class='c016'><sup>[14]</sup></a>.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f14'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r14'>14</a>. </span>I have since heard that they went over the ferry together.</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>We “cooked” Ortweiler’s <i>appel</i> at 8 p.m.—this is a -familiar device for concealing escape. The result was -that the barrack Feldwebel did not report his absence till -next day at 9 a.m. roll-call. He had thus twelve hours’ -clear start, by which time he was most of the way to -Berlin. We thought him almost a certainty to get over -with his fluent knowledge of German, and he did, in -point of fact, escape into Holland, <i>viâ</i> Berlin, Frankfort, -and Crefeld, after a night’s thrilling experience on the -actual border which would be a story in itself.</p> - -<p class='c008'>G. and I were naturally elated, the more so as from -enquiries it transpired that the authorities had absolutely -no suspicion of how O. had got out. Owing to repeated -wire-cutting and escapes into the island, the guard had -been increased and placed outside the wire. No one had -passed the sentries who had not the proper credentials. -Of that they were quite convinced. It was believed that -he was still hiding in the camp. We hugged ourselves.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Friday of that week, the 18th, the day selected as -“<i>der Tag</i>,” was an unforgettable one. Our kit had to -be packed and labelled; final arrangements made about -feeding in the event of recapture; compromising documents -of any sort had to be destroyed; at the last moment -I realised that I had no braces, no German cigarettes, -and no matches. To crown all there was a barrack hockey -match which we could not very well avoid.</p> - -<p class='c008'>During the day it so happened that we were twice -invaded by Feldwebels. On the first occasion the door -was locked and we had to throw a map into the corner -and then open the door, an action which would in itself -have been of damning suspicion in most camps. On the -second, the Feldwebel found G. cutting sandwiches of -German <i>Kriegs Brot</i> (war bread). G. had to explain that -it was a new attempt to make <i>Kriegs Brot</i> palatable, and -invited the Feldwebel to come and see the result at dinner -time. Doubtless he came, but there were no sandwiches -and no us. At 4 p.m. we had our high tea—four Copenhagen -eggs each and tea and jam. At 5 p.m. the roll -was called, and immediately after it we started transferring -our disguise under cover of the growing darkness to the -barrack from which we were going to make our final exit.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It had been arranged after some discussion that Gilbert -should leave not before dark, and not later than 6, and -that I should give him ten minutes clear before leaving. -This would give me little time to catch the 6.42 train -to Hamburg if I was at all held up (a forecast which -was verified by events); but there was no help for it. -It was necessary that Gilbert’s disguise should be assisted -to the full by darkness.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We had let a few friends into the secret and these -were cruising about like destroyers up and down the -avenue, reporting the departure of dangerous Germans. -Gilbert did not eventually get off much before 6, and -it seemed a long time before the leader of the convoy -reported that G. was safely through the gate. I gave -him ten minutes, conscious mainly of the fact that I had -forgotten any German I had ever learnt, and then stepped -forth.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was Karl Stein, firm of Karl Stein & Co., Furniture -Dealers, Langestrasse, Stralsund; I had been into the -Kommandantur to arrange about a new contract for -officers’ cupboards. I knew the shop because I had seen -it the day before when I went to the town hospital -under escort with a party of officers for massage. I needed -no massage, of course, but had only done this to acquaint -myself with the geography of the town.</p> - -<p class='c008'>With a blank stare I passed several brother-officers -walking up and down the avenue and reached the gate. -My great moment had come, but the sentry simply -looked at my card carefully, said <i>schön</i>, and handed -it back. I walked very fast down to the ferry. There -was no boat on my side and I saw I should have to wait -some minutes. The sentry at the ferry examined my -card and handed it back. How should I avoid the two -Germans who were already there on the jetty waiting -for the boat? I decided to have a violent fit of coughing.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I must here mention that my knowledge of German, -acquired during captivity, was not such as would enable -me to support a cross-examination of more than a minute -or two. I had, however, practised the “pure” German -accent with assiduity. In point of fact I hardly spoke a -hundred words on the journey, and some of these were -not absolutely necessary.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At last the ferry boat came over, empty. I got in and -sat in the bows. There was an English orderly working -the bow oar—I had seen him the previous day. I kicked -him, and he realised what I was and shielded me as much -as he could from the other occupants of the boat, which -was now gradually filling. It was a long five minutes -and I continued my violent fit of coughing, leaning over -the side as if in a paroxysm. There were two Germans -in the bows and one of them touched me on the shoulder -and suggested that I should trim the boat by sitting in -the middle. I complied meekly, feeling really very -wretched indeed.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At the last I thought I was really done for. The -German adjutant got into the boat. He didn’t know me -by sight, but I thought it was more than likely that he -would suspect me. Mercifully he began to talk to some -lady typists from the camp who had just preceded him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We shoved off eventually, almost full. I continued -coughing till we got across. When the boat discharged -I went ashore almost last. I gave them a wide berth in -front, and as soon as I was clear made off at my best -pace for the station. Now I was Karl Stein of Schleswig, -carpenter, ex-army man, and recalled for civilian employment, -catching the train for his native country. -I tore up my “permit” and dropped it in the road—one -month off my sentence anyway.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As I expected, I just missed my train. I had no watch, -but the clock on the Marianne Kirche showed me I should -be late. I reached the station about 6.50; it was rather -full of people. I wondered if Gilbert was away in that -train ... and then, vaguely, what the chances were of my -being nabbed before the next went—this, I noted, was -at 6.40 the next morning (Saturday). I think if there -had been any outgoing trains that night I should have -taken them, even though they led me east instead of -west. But as it happened there were none. I went into -the men’s lavatory in the station, shut myself in a closet -and reflected. I thought at that time to my horror that -I had forgotten my matches, so I denied myself a smoke—my -matches turned up later and I needed what few -there were. I solaced myself with a slab of chocolate.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The position was not encouraging. Our information -about trains was correct. Our friends would not be able -to camouflage our absence, which would certainly be -discovered by 8 p.m., reported by 9 p.m. It was more -than likely that they would telephone to the station. -I determined not to be in the station at all between 9 -and 12. If I was arrested next morning, I was. In the -meantime it was good to be free.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was a beautiful October night in Stralsund. I braced -myself up and begged a light for a cigarette from a -youngster at a street corner, and then strolled along the -streets that led from the station to the Kirche. I knew -these now quite well enough not to get lost. I sat on a -bench and looked across the moonlit water, which near -the station runs right in in a broad and lovely sweep. -I lit a pipe from my German cigarette and smoked comfortably. -Should I get off next morning?...</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was cooling down now, and wandered down past the -Marianne Kirche to a cinema in the Langestrasse. A boy -there told me the booking office was shut. I wandered -round and round till one o’clock. I sat for a long time -on my old bench overlooking the water; at another place -I entered a private garden and sheltered for an hour -under a wall right on the water’s edge. It was blowing -fairly fresh.</p> - -<p class='c008'>About one o’clock I returned to the station and entered -the waiting room, full of recumbent figures, mostly -soldiers and sailors. I got hold of two chairs and tried to -sleep. There was a sailor on the other side of the table.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At 4 o’clock I got up and had a cup of coffee. The -waiting room was now fairly full of people, most of them -presumably going by my train.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I had by now a two days’ growth of beard and my -moustache was fairly long and well down over the corners -of my mouth. Moreover, I had had a fairly sleepless night.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In my pockets I carried three large sandwiches of -German bread with English potted meat inside, about -twenty slabs of Caley’s marching chocolate, a box of -Horlick’s milk tablets, a spare pair of socks, some rag -and vaseline, my pipe and tobacco, English and German -cigarettes, my compass, money, and papers. I had an old -German novel in my hands which I pretended to read -with great assiduity. Half an hour before the train was -due to start, I went to the booking office. I was surprised -to hear my own voice. “Fourth to Hamburg, -please.” I had no idea what it cost, so I tendered a -20-mark note. The ticket cost only seven marks! I went -back to the waiting room, and a few minutes later faced -the barrier. No questions, no suspicion. I breathed again -and wondered what that Commandant had done. Wired -to Rostock perhaps....</p> - -<p class='c008'>My carriage was not over-full at the start—four or -five women and two elderly men. I had no trouble with -them. Their conversation began and maintained itself -exclusively about food, but they were cheerful enough.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Before Rostock the carriage had filled up and I with -British politeness was strap-hanging. An old woman -began asking me to shift her <i>Korb</i> (basket). I could not -exactly understand what she wanted and must have looked -rather foolish. However, I did the right thing eventually.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We changed at Rostock. I was half expecting trouble -but nothing happened. A porter told me the platform -for the Hamburg train. I got this stereotyped question -fairly pat.</p> - -<p class='c008'>To Hamburg the train was overflowing; we were over -40 in a tiny compartment. I was wedged in against the -window, strap-hanging. At one intermediate station a -young soldier got in with a goose hanging out of his -haversack. He immediately became the centre of an -admiring throng. He was a cheerful youth and bandied -repartee with all and sundry—I could not catch his sallies, -which were in low German and greeted with roars of -laughter. I suppose he was the son of some farmer and -had “wangled” this goose, which would probably have -fetched 150 marks in the market, to take back to his -mess-mates. He got out just before Hamburg. I could -not have asked for a better foil.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Hamburg! I had never hoped for even so long a run -as this. Was there really a chance?... In any case, I was -now well clear of the Stralsund zone. I began to realise -that the heavy week-end traffic was helping me and -that I was indeed no more than a needle in a haystack. -I ate a sandwich and an apple which I had bought at -Lubeck.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We ran into the big station at about 2.40 in the afternoon—it -was very full. It did not take me long to find -the “departure” notices, Kiel 3.10. I took my place in -the “queue” for the fourth class booking office. Behind -me two women had an altercation as to priority of -place in the “queue.” I was rather afraid they were -going to appeal to me. I had no wish for the rôle of -Solomon at that moment.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I booked direct to Flensburg—about four marks’ worth—and -made my way downstairs to the departure platform, -which was indicated clearly enough. I did not like the -odd quarter of an hour which I had to wait before the -train came in. I was not very happy about my dark blue -waterproof. I could not see anything approaching its -counterpart. If one stands still, one can be examined at -leisure; if one moves up and down, one runs the gauntlet -of a hundred restless eyes, any one pair of which may -at some previous date have had first hand cognisance of -a typical naval rubber-lined English waterproof....</p> - -<p class='c008'>Then I blundered. There was a coffee-stall on the -platform. I went up to it and asked for a cup. I had -drunk nothing since 4 o’clock in the morning. Fortunately -neither of the <i>Frauleins</i> in the stall paid any -attention to me. Just then I saw the notice “<i>for soldiers -and sailors only</i>” printed up in big letters. I should have -known that, but no one had noticed anything.</p> - -<p class='c008'>When <i>would</i> that train come in?</p> - -<p class='c008'>It came at last. I chose the carriage with fewest -soldiers in it, and most women, and made for my strategical -position by the window. But it was impossible -to avoid men altogether. I had one strap-hanging next -to me from Hamburg to Kiel. Everybody started chattering -at once. How could I keep out of this all the -way to Kiel without suspicion? Of course, they were -talking about food—various ways of dishing up potatoes.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I looked out of the window, pretending to be interested -in the country. It was impossible even to pretend -to read in that crush. A man on the seat was forcibly -expressing his views to two <i>Frauleins</i> on the new (10th) -War Loan. They giggled.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I often wonder if those Hamburg folk then had any -notion that another fortnight would see the Red Flag -floating in their midst.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At Neumünster we had an invasion. The carriage, -full already, became packed. Four girls of the farmer -class—sisters, I judged them—got in at my window. -I lost my place of vantage and was relegated to the -middle of the floor. I felt a pasty-faced youth quite -close to me sizing me up....</p> - -<p class='c008'>Fortunately the farmer girls riveted all attention for -half a dozen stations. They were in boisterous spirits -and screamed with laughter at their own jokes. They -spoke dialect and I could not understand them, but I -grinned feebly in unison. When they got out, I recovered -my post by the window. Bless them, anyway, -for a diversion.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At the next station an elderly man who was sitting on -a basket immediately in front of me said something to -me directly. He was not in any way a formidable -character, but he spoke villainous dialect and I could -not make head or tail of his question. He was referring -to something in the station. I said <i>Ja</i> and looked out of -the window in a knowing way. But I could not risk a -second question. I felt the pasty-faced youth’s eyes on -me again, and I made a bee-line for the lavatory. When -I emerged I took up a fresh position.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The train was emptying as we approached Kiel, and -for a time I got my head out of the window and enjoyed -the draught. Then a little girl standing by me asked -me to pull up the window again. I had my second -sandwich.</p> - -<p class='c008'>We ran into Kiel at about 6 o’clock. There was no -difficulty. A guard, in answer to my question, pointed -at the Flensburg train. The carriage I got into was not -lit at all and almost empty. What a relief to sit! A girl -came in to check my ticket, and I went to sleep. We -went over the canal in the dark. There were two men -in my carriage. I woke up at some wayside station -and asked if it was Flensburg. They laughed and said -Flensburg was two hours away yet. I muttered sleepily -that I was a stranger, and pretended to drop off again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I reached Flensburg about 10.30 p.m., and thought -of the unforgettable scene in <i>The Riddle of the Sands</i>. -I was no less depressed than Carruthers on that occasion. -I was very thirsty, but it was a poky little station and -there was nothing in the shape of a waiting room or -coffee-stall. I lingered on the platform and saw a porter -who appeared to be closing down for the night. I asked -him what time the train to Tondern went next day. -He first said 6 o’clock, but then reflected that the next -day was Sunday and there would not be a train till eleven. -He added that the train went from the other station. -So there were two stations in Flensburg! My sentry -friend had not told me this. I asked him where the -other station was and he directed me. My German at -this juncture was so abominable that I think he must -have been a Dane.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At the other station, which I found to be the main -one, there was a fairly large crowd in the booking hall. -They were waiting for the in-coming 11 o’clock train -from the north. Entry to the platform and waiting rooms -was barred. The train came in, the crowd dissolved, and -the station was shut up for the night. I had got to put -in twelve dreary hours in this place.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I took risks that night in Flensburg, risks that might -have been fatal further south. I argued that here if anywhere -one might expect to find a scrubby-faced man with -a nautical cap and overcoat. I walked for about an hour -past the quays, past the two main hotels, then up towards -the church and down again to the quays. I could -find no public drinking-fountain, which was what I was -looking for, but I had learned the rough geography of -the place.</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was a low barrier leading on to one of the quays. -The gate was locked but I climbed the barrier and sat -down on a bench. Behind me was one of those pavilions -such as are seen on an English pier-head; in front, a -steamer moored alongside. Both were quite deserted. -Here at least I could sit and find solitude.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I took off my boots and attended to one of my toes -which I had rubbed playing hockey the day before—what -weeks ago it seemed! I went through my pockets -and—joy!—found my matches. I smoked a luxurious -pipe. Then, still in my socks, I boarded the steamer -and searched her for water without success. She was -fitted up for passengers and for a moment I entertained -the idea of stowing myself away on her.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Just as I had finished putting on my boots again a -man—a night-watchman I suppose he was—came on to -the quay from the left. He must have been attracted -by some movement. I confess I thought it was all up.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“What are you doing here?”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Nothing.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“But you have no business to be here at all.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>Silence implied assent. He beckoned me after him. -He was not a Prussian, this man, whatever else he was. -Perhaps he was afraid of me. He appeared to be taking -me into some form of building on my right. I pretended -to be coming along after him, but I swerved to the right, -scrambled over the barrier and ran for 200 yards down -the street. Fortunately there was no one about. I was -not followed. I was thankful I had got my boots on -in time.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I passed the first hotel and saw a woman with a man -carrying her bag go in and ask for a room. She got one. -I followed in after her and asked for a bed. The proprietor -said he was full up and shut the door in my face. -Could a two days’ growth of beard make such a difference -in a man? I was rather hurt.</p> - -<p class='c008'>But worse was to follow. I entered another hotel and -saw some German sailors being given the keys of their -bedrooms by a Fraulein. I asked her for some coffee. -“No.” “Water?” “No.” “Nothing to drink?” “No, -nothing.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I came to my senses and fled....</p> - -<p class='c008'>I went up towards the church, which stands on the -top of a steep hill. There are some gardens sloping down -the hill. I found an old sort of summer-house in one -of these and went to sleep. It was about 1 a.m., and -none too warm.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was up at dawn and started again on my weary pilgrimage -of the streets of Flensburg. How I hated that -place! I half thought of altering my plan and doing the -rest of the journey on foot. It was about 70 kilometres -to the frontier.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I passed three military policemen in half an hour and -wondered resentfully what they were doing in such large -quantities on a <i>Sunday</i> morning.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At about eight I got to the station, and ate my last -sandwich. Assuming that the porter had been right the -previous night, I had got to put in three hours more -dreary waiting. There were no overhead notices, but I -noticed a useful-looking collection of time-tables stuck -up on big boards in a little alcove just out of the booking -hall. If I could get behind the rearmost of these I could -put in much of my time unobserved. People might come -and people might go, but they would never dream that -I had been there all the time.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I examined the time-tables. I could make nothing of -the Sunday trains, but I found the name Ober-Jersthal. -That had been the station given by our informant at -Stralsund as the last station outside the <i>Grenz-Gebiet</i>. -In the maps we had seen in the camp we had never been -able to verify this place. Ober-Jersthal must be on the -main line running up the east Schleswig coast. So far -so good, but at what time would this train go? It could -not be the same train as the Tondern train, for Tondern -is west Schleswig.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I wandered on to the platform. The bookstall was -open and I bought a paper and also a Pocket Railway -Guide. The Guide had a good map. I saw from this -that the Tondern and Ober-Jersthal lines branched off -at Tingleff—possibly the two trains went in one as far -as Tingleff. I had not long to wait for corroboration. -At the cloak-room I heard a man ask the attendant what -time the train went for a station which I knew to be -north of Ober-Jersthal on the same line. The answer -was 11.3. There could be no doubt of it now. I booked -for Ober-Jersthal.</p> - -<div id='illo189' class='figcenter id008'> -<img src='images/p_189.jpg' alt='' class='ig001' /> -<div class='ic002'> -<p>SKETCH MAP<br /><br />OF<br /><br />N.W. GERMANY AND FRONTIERS<br /><br />Shaded area = Neutral country<br /><br />X = Point where the author crossed the frontier</p> -</div> -</div> - -<p class='c008'>I had still an hour to wait. It passed somehow. I went -into the waiting room and got my first drink for 29 hours, -a glass of beer; it was washy stuff but went down -wonderfully well. There were a lot of <i>Matrosen</i> (sailors) -in the waiting room. Some of them stared at me and I -began to have the Hamburg platform haunted sensation -over again. I pretended to read my paper fiercely for -half an hour and then went on to the platform. I began -to regret that I had not had a shave that morning.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The train came in punctually. There was no incident -till Tingleff, about 20 kilos northward. There I saw the -passport officials waiting on the platform. I had almost -forgotten about this part of the business....</p> - -<p class='c008'>I took a sudden resolution and left the train. I -reckoned that I had not more than 40 miles to walk -from this point, and by alighting here I might dodge -the passport men altogether. But I was undeceived. -An official was waiting at the entrance to the sub-way. -He looked an easy-going fellow and was engaged in conversation -with someone. He took my passport, glanced -at it, and handed it back without a word. He did not -even look to compare my face with the photograph. -The great moment which Gilbert and I had rehearsed -countless times had come and gone.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I hurried through the sub-way, and saw another passport -official talking to the ticket collector. I handed in -my Ober-Jersthal ticket. The man looked up in some -surprise, but I was ready for him:</p> - -<p class='c008'>“I have shortened my journey.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>“<i>Ach! So.</i>”</p> - -<p class='c008'>He asked no more questions. If he had, I doubt if I -could have answered them. I was conscious only of one -great wish, to be rid of the railway for good. I struck -due north out of the station and found myself in a <i>cul-de-sac</i>. -I was so overjoyed to be quit of the rail that I -plunged into the fields. I had not gone very far before -I had reason to repent. There was water everywhere, -and I made very heavy weather of it. My objective was -Lügumkloster, about 20 miles north-west from Tingleff, -and I reckoned that it could not be very long before I -struck the main road. After about two hours—it was -now two o’clock in the afternoon—I found the road. -There were very few people about, and those I met gave -me good day civilly enough. If questioned at this -point, I was going to have been a South German staying -with relatives in Flensburg and out for a cross-country -ramble—an improbable enough story.</p> - -<p class='c008'>My hopes had risen and it all seemed reasonably plain -sailing now. The people were not suspicious. I had my -map with a few important names ... my compass ... I might -even do it in the next night.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I wondered exactly where old Gilbert was at this -moment. It never even occurred to me that he had been -caught, but such, as afterwards transpired, must have -been the case<a id='r15' /><a href='#f15' class='c016'><sup>[15]</sup></a>.</p> - -<hr class='c017' /> -<div class='footnote' id='f15'> -<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#r15'>15</a>. </span>Gilbert had been caught actually on the border the night before, under the impression that he was already in Denmark. He was thought at first to be a smuggler!</p> -</div> -<hr class='c017' /> - -<p class='c008'>Passing through one village I met some French -prisoners. I gave them good day and told them who -I was. They invited me to come into their room in the -farm where they were working. They were able to tell -me what village I was in, Dollderup, and this was a great -assistance. I thanked them in execrable French, gave -them one of my remaining cigarettes, and told them -what news I could—they had heard nothing for months. -I don’t think anything on the whole journey was more -difficult than framing those few simple French sentences.</p> - -<p class='c008'>The signposts made the journey easy after that. At -3 p.m. I had 18 kilometres to go to Lügumkloster. -I turned off the road, lay down in some young fir trees, -took off my boots, ate some chocolate, and had half an -hour or more’s sleep.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I started again towards dusk. I was feeling very fit -now and full of hope. If only I didn’t muck it on the -frontier....</p> - -<p class='c008'>The signposts did their duty nobly. There was a keen -wind from the north and the road was good. I had been -out just two complete days.</p> - -<p class='c008'>In one village a soldier with a rifle came out of a house -just as I passed it. He replied to my “<i>Guten Abend</i>” -courteously.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I reached Lügumkloster, I suppose, about half-past -nine or ten. It is a big rambling village, and I made a -bad mistake here on leaving it. I meant to take the -Arrip-Arnum road, which runs roughly north-east. -I took a road running north-east, but after about an -hour’s walking I found it was leading me gradually more -east than north—I had not noticed that the wind had -shifted from north to east. I decided to leave the road -and make due north on the compass, trusting to pick -up the right road later on. Then began a trying time. -The ground was terribly wet and intersected with continual -wired ditches. I tore my clothes rather badly here -and I don’t think my trousers at the end of my journey -would have stood another rip. However, I kept due -north, tacking as little as possible to avoid the ditches, -and eventually reached the road. It was, I supposed, -about 2 a.m. I estimated I was still quite ten miles -from the frontier. There was a strong wind, and I had -not enough matches to spare to look more than once or -twice at my map. Added to this, the signposts, previously -so well-behaved, became infuriating. They only mentioned -names which I had never heard of, or at least had -not committed to memory.</p> - -<p class='c008'><i>Slog! Slog! Slog!</i> I was getting tired. A man passed -me with a cart. What on earth did <i>he</i> think he was doing -at that time of night?</p> - -<p class='c008'>There was lots of water about and I did not go -thirsty. My cap made an effective cup.</p> - -<p class='c008'>A light railway running parallel to the road—this -was the <i>Klein Bahn</i> (light railway) the fellow had told -us of.</p> - -<p class='c008'><i>Slog! Slog! Sl—.</i> What on earth was that? A sentry -box on the roadside, and in the box a sentry yawning -and stretching himself. On each side of the road a belt -of barbed wire running east and west.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I took these things in vaguely, disconnectedly. Had -I miscalculated and was I over the border after all? He -hadn’t even challenged....</p> - -<p class='c008'>A mile later I crawled into a little hollow by the roadside -to rest and get warm. I was getting strangely light-headed. -I remember addressing myself as a separate -entity. I pulled myself together and sat down to think. -“I must go back and have another look at that wire. -It can only be a protective belt for military purposes.”</p> - -<p class='c008'>I went back. The wire was there sure enough. So -was the sentry box, but I didn’t go up to it. The -wire was like the rear defence lines one had seen in -France.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I retraced my steps. I still had the idea of picking -myself up from the hollow where I had left myself.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I continued my way, praying for the night to end. -With the dawn, I felt I should be able to think clearly -again.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“Arnum 4 kilometres.” The signposts were German -enough, anyway.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Arnum, I had made out from my map, lay about three -or four kilometres away from the point of the salient -where I meant to cross the border. It was nearly dawn -and I saw that I could not get over that night.</p> - -<p class='c008'>It was getting light as I reached the village. I left -the road and struck west across the fields, up on to some -high ground.</p> - -<p class='c008'>Somewhere in front there was Denmark.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I chose a hiding place in some young firs and -heather. I was sheltered from the wind and was fairly -comfortable.</p> - -<p class='c008'>One more whole day! What an age it seemed! I got -out my railway map and looked at my position. I could -not be more than five or six kilometres from the frontier. -Somewhere in the valley to the north-west stretched the -line of sentries. I decided to sally forth while it was -still light in the late afternoon, take my bearings, and -go over at dark.</p> - -<p class='c008'>As I lay there I heard footsteps. A boy came by -singing and passed within two yards of me. He didn’t -see me. Just as well perhaps....</p> - -<p class='c008'>I took off my boots, rubbed my feet down, and had -some chocolate.</p> - -<p class='c008'>About noon it started raining and went on for about -three hours. I got wet through, but welcomed the rain -on the whole as it would get darker sooner.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I was now thinking quite connectedly, and, it being -impossible to sleep, I went over in my mind again and -again what I meant to do, and what I knew already about -the frontier.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I suppose it was about 5 when I started out. I reckoned -there would be about one more hour’s daylight. I steered -due north-west across fields and marsh land for about -three kilometres. Suddenly, to my right—about 400 -yards off—the sentries’ boxes came full in view. There -was no mistaking them, about 200 yards between -most of them, and quite 300 yards between the two -opposite me.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I plumped down in the heather where I was standing, -and watched them. I saw a sentry leave his box and -walk about 20 yards up and down. I could see nothing -that looked like wire. Only marsh and heather in between....</p> - -<p class='c008'>Looking from where I was into Denmark, there was -a farmhouse immediately between the two sentry boxes. -I could take my course on that—it would be silhouetted -long after dark.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I waited till it was quite dark, and then started off, -taking no risks—crawling. I came to a ditch with wire -on each side of it. This was the only wire I saw. When -I judged I was well through the line, I got up and walked -to the farmhouse. A tall figure answered my knock. -I began in my best German....</p> - -<p class='c008'>He shook his head to indicate that he didn’t understand. -I could have kissed him.</p> - -<p class='c008'>At last we hammered it out.</p> - -<p class='c008'>“<i>Engelsk Offizier. Fangen. Gut.</i>”</p> - -<p class='c008'>He beckoned me in with beaming face.</p> - -<p class='c008'>I had made good in just 72 hours. Beginners’ luck!</p> - -<div class='nf-center-c1'> -<div class='nf-center c018'> - <div><span class='small'>CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY J. B. 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