After the post-mortem the Prince was luckily captured by the Belgians, and held at Antwerp as hostage for the good behaviour of the German troops occupying Brussels.
When the fall of Antwerp became imminent the Prince was secretly removed to England. A fortnight ago he was seen in a motor-car driving round Battersea Park, accompanied and guarded by an English officer.
The Prince wore his saxe-blue full-dress tunic, his corn-gold moustache and his rather stout face, and was looking considerably depressed.
Since that date no word has come of him. The Censor seems to have rigidly suppressed all evidence of his movements.
Is the Prince kept prisoner on a trawler sweeping the North Sea for mines? Has he escaped in the German submarine which ventured up the Thames as far as the lower end of Fleet Street? Or is he interned in the searchlight apparatus at Charing Cross to insure it against attack by Zeppelins?
We seek exact information.
"As regards the quality of this beverage, he said he was at a loss to know on what grounds they called it coffee."—Daily Mail.
Coffee grounds, no doubt.