and insisted on us remaining there as their guests during our stay in the Danish capital.  They were the personification of kindness to us, and helped us in every possible way, and it would be quite impossible for us to express adequately our great indebtedness to them.  We obtained fresh vises for our passports from the British, Swedish, and Norwegian Consulates, and my wife, who had been unable in Siam to obtain a passport to travel to England, was granted an “emergency passport,” on which she was described as an “ex-prisoner.”  The Germans had, quite unintentionally, it is true, helped her to get to England when our own Government had forbidden it.

We left Copenhagen on the evening of March 4th, and once more during the night embarked in a train ferry to cross to Sweden at Helsingborg.  The next morning found us at Goteborg.  The old Mauritius woman and her grandchild had been accommodated in a sleeping carriage with two berths.  Not being used to such luxuries and not knowing what to do in such surroundings, they had deposited their garments on the bunks and slept on the floor, which doubtless came more natural to them!

The same evening we arrived at Christiania; unfortunately we saw nothing of this capital, as we arrived late at night, crossed to a hotel near the railway station, and returned to the station to resume our journey on the next morning before it was fully light.  The whole of the next day we were travelling through Norway in brilliant dazzling sunshine, over snowclad mountains—­some so high that vegetation was absent—­finally leaving Bergen in the late afternoon of March 7th on the S.S. Vulture.  From the Wolf to the Vulture did not look very promising!

Before leaving Norway every article of our baggage was carefully searched before being put on the boat.  I asked the Customs officer what he was particularly looking for.  “Bombs,” he replied.  But there were no German diplomats or members of German Legation staffs amongst us!

The ship was very full, so much so that many first-class passengers were compelled to travel third class, and among us were many people and officials of Allied nationality escaping from the disorders in Russia.  We travelled full speed all night, and the passage was far from comfortable.  Daybreak showed us the coast of the Shetlands—­our first sight of the British Isles—­and a few fussy armed trawlers shepherded us into the harbour of Lerwick, where we remained at anchor till dusk.  We then set off again at full speed, and sighted the coast of Scotland in the morning.  But it was not till past 2 p.m. that we arrived at Aberdeen.  No sooner had the boat berthed in dock there than a representative of the Admiralty told us that all the Igotz Mendi prisoners were to proceed to London forthwith to be interrogated by the Admiralty.  We had intended to have a few days’ rest at Aberdeen after our strenuous travelling, but this was not allowed, so,