("Kelly's London Directory" for 1916, a contemporary remarks, is very much the same as the volume for 1915.)
Where, where are the signs of the raider
Who swam to our ken like a kite,
Who swore he had played the invader
And knocked us to bits in the night;
Who pounded these parts into jelly
From Mile End, he said, to the Mall?
For the man who should know (J. J. Kelly)
Can't spot 'em at all.
You may turn up the street that is Vigo