As I am now afraid that an enemy may impersonate an official of
the German Embassy, I have the missionary's promise that he will
retain and conceal the contents of my box until I instruct him
otherwise. I am practically in hiding at his house, and in actual
fear of my life.
May 15. The missionary and his wife and baby travel to
Gallipoli, where an American school for girls is about to be
opened.
Today, in a café, I noticed that the flies, swarming on the edge
of my coffee cup, fell into the saucer dead. I did not taste my
coffee.
May 16. Last night a shot was fired through my door. I have
decided to travel to Gallipoli with the missionary.
May 18. My groom stole and ate an orange from my breakfast tray.
He is dead.
May 20. The Reverend Mr. Carew and his wife are most kind and
sympathetic. They are good people, simple, kindly, brave,
faithful, and fearlessly devoted to God's service in this vile
land of treachery and lies.
May 21. I have confessed to the Reverend Mr. Carew as I would
confess to a priest in holy orders. I have told him all under
pledge of secrecy. I told him also that the sanctuary he offers
might be violated with evil consequences to him; and that I would
travel as far as Gallipoli with him and then leave. But the kind,
courageous missionary and his wife insist that I remain under the
protection which he says the flag of his country affords me. If I
could only get my third set of plans out of the country!
May 22. Today my coffee was again poisoned. I don't know what
prevented me from tasting it--some vague premonition. A pariah dog
ate the bread I soaked in it, and died before he could yelp.
It looks to me as though my end were inevitable. Today I gave my
bronze figure of Erlik, the Yellow Devil, to Mrs. Carew to keep as
a dowry for her little daughter, now a baby in arms. If it is
hollow, as I feel sure, there are certain to be one or two jewels
in it. And the figure itself might bring five hundred marks at an
antiquary's.
May 30. Arrived at the Gallipoli mission. Three Turkish
ironclads lying close inshore. A British cruiser, the Cobra, and
an American cruiser, the Oneida, appeared about sunset and
anchored near the ironclads. The bugles on deck were plainly
audible. If a German warship appears I shall carry my box on
board. My only chance to rehabilitate myself is to get the third
set of plans to Berlin.