When I invited him to describe to me what happened in his "detention honorable," he answered with a strained smile, "No more talking for me!"
Surely this insult to a free-born American must have been a bitter dose for the American Consulate to swallow.
But perhaps they were too busy to notice it!
When I called at the Consulate the place was crowded with English nurses begging to be helped away from Brussels. I found that Mr. Richards had already put in a word on my behalf.
This is what they gave me at the American Consulate in Brussels as a safeguard against the Germans. I shouldn't have cared to show it to the enemy! It seemed to me to deliver me straight into their hands. I hid it in the lining of my hat with my passport.
The American Safeguard.