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Title: An Account of Our Arresting Experiences

Author: Conway Evans

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AN ACCOUNT OF OUR ARRESTING EXPERIENCES

by

CONWAY EVANS

[Illustration]

Privately Printed
1914

[One Hundred Copies printed]

D. B. Updike, The Merrymount Press, Boston

TO MY TWO PLUCKY LITTLE
FELLOW PRISONERS

AN ACCOUNT OF
OUR ARRESTING EXPERIENCES

We had been travelling for many weeks,--Lyra Nickerson, Katherine
Schermerhorn, and I,--and after a beautiful tour through Germany, we
arrived at Berlin on the evening of July 29, 1914. We had planned to
spend a few days there preparatory to embarking at Hamburg in the
Viktoria Luise for a northern cruise, and were looking forward to a
short stay in the splendid capital. When we had secured our rooms at
the Hotel Adlon, we found to our dismay that Kitty's box had not come
through from Dresden, our last stopping-place. I went downstairs and
interviewed the porter. He explained that, owing to the talk of war,
many people were leaving their summer quarters, so that traffic was
considerably congested. In this wise did the little cloud appear upon
our horizon.

The following morning (Thursday) we went sightseeing, and in the
afternoon--as Lyra was not feeling well--Kitty and I each went our own
way. At five o'clock we met in the hall of the Adlon, where we had
tea with her cousin, Mr. Gear, and his friend, Mr. Cluett. Later she
and I went to a superb concert at the Frederichshain a