of these when the evening editions appeared with the news
that Liebknecht had been sentenced. A low murmur among the
workmen, mutterings of suppressed rage when they realised the
significance of the short trial of two days, and a determined
movement toward the place of demonstration.

I hurried to the Potsdamer Platz. The number of police stationed
in the streets leading into it increased. The Platz itself was
blue with them, for they stood together in groups of six, ten and
twelve. I went along the Budapester Strasse to the Brandenburger
Tor, through which workmen from Moabit had streamed at noon
declaring that they would strike. They had been charged by the
mounted police, who drove them back across the Spree. There was a
blue patrol along the Unter den Linden now. A whole army corps of
police were on the alert in the German capital.

I returned to the Potsdamer Platz. It was thick with people
now--curious onlookers. There were crowds of workmen in the
adjacent streets, but they were not allowed to approach too near.
Again and again they tried, but, unarmed, they were powerless when
the horses were driven into them, I saw a few of the most obstinate
struck with the flat of sabres, and on others were rained blows
from the police on foot. Nobody hit Back, or even defended himself.

There was practically no violence such as one expects from a mob.
It was something else which impressed me. It impressed my
police-lieutenant friend, also. That was the dangerous ugliness in
the workmen. Hate was written in their faces, and the low growl in
the crowd told all too plainly the growing feeling against the war.

The Government realised this. They had already seen that the unity
they had so artificially created could only be held by force. They
had used force in the muzzling of Liebknecht, and quietly they were
employing a most potent force every day, the force of preventive
arrest.

In July there was agitation for the great munition strike which was
to have taken place on the day of the second anniversary of the
war. The dimensions of the proposed rising were effectually
concealed by the censorship. The ugly feeling in the Potsdamer
Platz had taught the Government a lesson.

No detail was neglected in the preparations against the strike.
There was a significant movement of machine-guns to all points of
danger, such as the Moabit district of Berlin, and Spandau,
together with countless warnings against so-