f the victim, already bled white, when that
has been done. In the beginning, as we have seen, Germany obtained her
hold by professing a touchingly beautiful and philanthropic desire to
help Turkey to realise her national ideals, and her Pecksniffs, Tekin
Alp and Herr Ernst Marre, were bidden to write parallel histories, the
one describing the aims of the Nationalist party, the other the
benevolent interest which Germany took in them. Occasionally Herr Ernst
Marre could not but remember that he was a German, and permitted us to
see the claws of the cat, without quite letting it out of the bag, but
then he pulled the strings tight again, and only loud comfortable
purrings could be heard, the Prussian musings over the 'liberation' of
Turkey which she was helping to accomplish. But nowadays, so it seems to
me, the strings have been loosened, and the claws and teeth are clearly
visible. It is not so long since Dr. Schnee, Governor of German East
Africa, sent a very illuminating document to Berlin from which I extract
the following:--

'Do you consider it possible to make a regulation prohibiting Islam
altogether? The encouragement of pig-breeding among natives is
recommended by experts as an effective means of stopping the spread of
Islam....'

That seems clear enough, and I can imagine Talaat Bey, with his sword
of honour in his hand, exclaiming with the Oysters in _Alice in
Wonderland_:--

'After such kindness that would be
A dismal thing to do.'

But I am afraid that Germany is contemplating (as indeed she has always
done) a quantity of dismal things to do, and is now, like the Walrus and
the Carpenter, beginning to let them appear. She has taken the Turkish
oysters out for a nice long walk, and when the war is over she proposes
to sit down and eat them. And did she not also interfere in the affair
of Jewish massacres and declare that 'Pan-Turkish ideals have no sort of
meaning in Palestine'? That must have been almost an unfriendly act from
Turkey's point of view, for it cannot be stated too clearly that part of
the price which Germany paid for Turkey's entry on her side into the
war, was the liberty, as far as Germany was concerned, of managing her
internal affairs, massacres and the rest, as best suited the damnable
doctrines of Ottomanisation. The other Powers could not interfere, for
they failed to force the Dardanelles, and Germany promised not to. That
promise, of course, was binding on Germany for just so l