The Secrets of the German War Office | Page 3

long, temper. I was ripe for a row. As I rode
down the solitary street I found a big burly Dopper flogging brutally a
half-grown native boy. This humanitarian had the usual Boer view that
the sambrock is more effective than the Bible as a civilizing medium.
After convincing him of the technical error of his method, I attended to

the black boy, whose back was as raw as a beefsteak. Kim completely
adopted me and he is with me still. I christened him Kim, after
Kipling's hero, for his Basuto name is unpronounceable. He has repaid
me often for what he considers the saving or his life. Not many months
later Kim was the unconscious cause of a radical change in my destiny.
I have ceased to wonder at such things.
By the time Kim had learned sorne of the duties of a body servant we
had reached Port Natal. War had broken out and I volunteered with a
Natal field force in a medical capacity. Field hospital work took me
where the fighting was thickest. During the battle of the Modder River
among the first of the wounded brought in was one of the many foreign
officers fighting on the Boer side. It was Kim who found him. This
officer's wound was fairly serious and necessitated close attention.
Through chance remarks dropped here and there, the officer placed my
identity correctly. It developed that he was Major Freiherr von
Reitzenstein, one of the few who knew the real reasons of my exile.
In one of our innumerable chats that grew out of our growing intimacy,
he suggested my entering the service of Germany in a political capacity.
He urged that with my training and social connections I had
exceptional equipment for such work. Moreover, he suggested that my
service on political missions would give me the knowledge and
influence necessary to checkmate the intriguers who were keeping me
from my own. This was the compelling reason that made me ultimately
accept his proposal to become a Secret Agent of Germany. No doubt, if
the Count had lived, I would have gained my ends through his guidance
and influence, but he was killed in a riding race, three years after our
meeting in the Veldt, and I lost my best friend. By that time I was too
deep in the Secret Service to pull out, although it was my intention
more than once to do so. And certain promises regarding my restoration
in our house were never kept.
Coming to a partial understanding with Count Reitzenstein, I began to
work in his interests. The Boer War taught Germany many things about
the English army and a few of these I contributed. As a physician I was
allowed to go most anywhere and no questions asked. I began to collect
little inside scraps of information regarding the discipline, spirit and
equipment of the British troops. I observed that many Colonial officers
were outspoken in their criticisms. All these 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 renewed his
proposals about my entering Prussian service.
"I expected you long ago," he said. "I have smoothed your way to a
great extent. We are