about a wounded soldier who went to a hospital for treatment.

"The efficiency there was marvellous," he was reported to
have said. "I went into the front door. On my left was a corri-
dor for officers and on my right one for privates. I went to the
right. There I found arrows pointed to one side for those badly
wounded and to the other for those who had less serious in-
juries. I followed those for serious wounds. A few steps farther
on, there were turns to the right and left again. One was for
those who had been injured by shot and the other for those
who had suffered knife or bayonet wounds. This division went
on as I walked for three hours. Finally I came to the door which
fitted my case exactly. I walked through it and came out on
the street."

"But did you get your wound treated?" asked a friend.

"No," said the soldier, "but the efficiency was wonderful. It
was a German model."

After talking with the German Consul, I tried to get my
Spanish visa extended, but was refused. It was only through
the assistance of Crain, counsellor for the United States Em-
bassy, that I was able to obtain permission to remain in Madrid
for seven days. I hoped that would be enough.

Meanwhile I tried to telephone Shirer in Berlin. The call
was in constantly for days; no one explained why it did not go
through. After I cabled Paul White, telling him of my difficul-
ties, he suggested that I go to the German Embassy. I had done
that, but I tried again. They declared, as before, that they could
handle only diplomatic passports. I returned so often, however,
that the Ambassador's secretary finally came out to talk with
me. She promised action.

About the same time, in the United States, Ruth began to
worry. She had not received any of my letters, because of censor
delay, and had had only occasional calls since my arrival in
Lisbon. Then came a telegram from New York asking for the
date of my birth. She thought the worst had happened. But it
was only one of the steps in the efforts to obtain my visa.

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