points I reported in full to Count Reitzenstein when I dressed his
wound. One day he said:

"Don't forget now. After the war, I want to see you in Berlin."

In my subsequent eagerness to pump more details from the Colonial
officers, I too criticised, and one day I was told Lord Kitchener
wanted to see me.

"Doctor," he said curtly, when I was ushered into his tent, "you have
twenty-four hours in which to leave camp--"

Whether that mandate was a result of my joining in with the Colonial
officers' criticism, or because my secret activity for Count
Reitzenstein had been suspected, I cannot say. But knowing the ways
of the "man of Khartoum," I made haste to be out of camp within the
time prescribed.

Later I learned that the Count, being convalescent and paroled, was
sent down to Cape Town. After the occupation of Pretoria, I got tired
of roughing it and made my way back to Europe, finally locating in
Berlin for a prolonged stay. I knew Berlin, and had a fondness for
it, having spent part of my youth there in the course of my education.
It has always been a habit of mine not to seem anxious about anything,
so I spent several weeks idling around Berlin before looking up Count
Reitzenstein. One day I called at his residence, Thiergartenstrasse
23. I found the Count on the point of leaving for the races at
Hoppegarten. He was one of the crack sportsmen of Prussia and never
missed a meeting. He suggested that I go to the track with him, and
while we waited for the servant to bring around his turn-out, he