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Her questions to naval officers were, however, so imprudent that special measures were taken; Breeckow’s address was discovered, and in due course, the two were brought to New Scotland Yard for interrogation. The artistic temperament of Breeckow was not equal to the ordeal. His pretence of being a rich American broke down im- mediately, and he was aghast to find out how much the police knew about his secret movements. Though he made no confes- sion, he returned to Cannon Row in a state of great nervous tension. Lizzie Wer- theim, on the other hand, was tough, brazen and impudent, claiming that as a British subject she had a right to travel where she would. She declined to sit still in her chair, but walked up and down the room flirting a large silk handkerchief as if she were prac- tising a new dancing step. Further inguiries showed that, unlike the previous American passports carried by spies, which were genuine documents stolen by the German Foreign Office, this passport was a forgery right through. The American Eagle on the official seal had his claws turned round the wrong way, and his tail lacked a feather or two. The very red paper on which the seal was impressed did not behave like the paper on genuine documents when touched with acid, nor was the tex- ture of the passport paper itself quite the same. It also transpired that Breeckow had been in America continuously from 1908, that he had got in touch with von Papen’s organization, which had sent him back to Germany for service in this country. For this purpose, he became an inmate of the Espionage School in Antwerp, where he was taught the tricks of the trade, which were quite familiar to us. He had also a com- mercial code for use when telegrams had to be sent. BREECKOW BREAKS DowN Breeckow had maintained throughout that he knew no German, but his assurance began to break down in the loneliness of a prison cell. He had a strong imagination, and no doubt the thought that his female accomplice might be betraying him worked strongly on his feelings. One morning I went over with a naval officer to see how he was. There was a question about signing for his property, and he was sent into the room for the purpose. When he found him- self alone with us he said suddenly, “Am I to be tried for my life?” “T understand that you are to be tried.” “What is the penalty for what I have done?” (Up to this point he had made no confession). “Is it death?” “T do not know,” I said. yet been tried.” “T can tell from your face that it is death. I must know. I have to think of my old mother in Stettin. I want to write a full confession.” I told him that of course he “You have not was free to write what he pleased, but that anything he did write would almost cer- tainly be used against him at his trial. “Never mind,” he said, “I have carried the secret long enough. Now I want to tell the whole truth.” So paper and ink were supplied to him and he wrote his confession. Digs IN PRISON As Mrs. Wertheim was a British subject and could claim trial by civil court the two were tried together at the Old Bailey on the 20th of September, before three judges of the High Court and were found guilty. Breeckow was sentenced to death, and Mrs. Wertheim to ten years’ penal servitude, as it was considered that she had acted under the man’s influence. Breeckow appealed un- successfully and his execution was fixed for the 26th of October, at the Tower. The five weeks that elapsed between the sen- tence and the execution were extremely trying to the persons responsible for his safety. He had broken down completely, and was demented by fear. On the morn- ing of his execution he was almost in a state of collapse. At the last moment he pro- duced a lady’s handkerchief, probably the relic of some past love affair, and asked that it might be tied over his eyes instead of the usual bandage, but it was too small. It had to be knotted to the bandage and then tied. He was shivering with agitation, and just before the two shots were fired there was a sudden spasm. It was believed after- wards that he had actually died of heart failure before the bullets reached him. Lizzie Wertheim was removed to Ayles- bury Convict Prison to undergo her sen- tence, and there she died some two years after the Armistice. LUNCHEON A LA CARTE Constable G. Lindsay of Chilliwack de- tachment can’t remember his most em- barrassing moment. “But I do recall a time when diplomacy and tact were useless,” he said. It was a few years ago, on a bright sum- mer afternoon, that two elderly spinsters arrived at the river bank for a picnic lunch. The fact that a crowd was gathered at the river’s edge bothered them not, and they proceeded to lay a hamper over a basket, which stood conveniently close. When this was completed, they sat down comfortably on the basket to enjoy their meal. It became the duty of Constable Lindsay to inform the two old ladies that they had fixed up a luncheon table on an undertaker’s basket, and “that they would have to move to make way for a body.” “We had just recovered the body of a drowning victim,” said Constable Lindsay, “but that became only one duty for us, as the two ladies shrieked and promptly fainted.” THE SHOULDER STRAP