Ammunition
Supply, the Chief of the Field Railways, the Chief of the Field
Telephone and Telegraph Service, the Chief of the Sanitary Service, the
Chief of the Volunteer Automobile Corps, &c., making, with secretaries,
clerks, ordonnances, and necessary garrison, a community of 1,200 souls.

I could not help wondering why the Allies' aviators weren't "on the
job." A dozen, backed up by an intelligent Intelligence Department,
could so obviously settle the fortunes of the war by blowing out the
brains of their enemy. Perhaps that is why the whereabouts of the Great
Headquarters is guarded as a jealous secret. The soldiers at the front
don't know where it is, nor the man on the street at home, and, of
course, its location is not breathed in the German press. Theoretically,
only those immediately concerned are "in the know." Visitors are not
allowed, neutral foreign correspondents are told by the authorities in
Berlin that "it is impossible" to go to the Grosser Hauptquartier.

Two aeroplane guns are mounted on the hills across the river at a point
immediately opposite the Kaiser's residence, while near them a picked
squad of sharpshooters is on the watch night and day for hostile fliers.
To further safeguard not only the person of the Kaiser but the brains
of the fighting machine the spy hunt is kept up here with unrelenting
pertinacity.

"We went over the town with a fine-tooth comb and cleaned out all the
suspicious characters the very first day we arrived," said a friendly
detective.

"There are no cranks or anarchists left here. Today the order is going
out to arrest all men of military age--between 18 and 45--but there are
few, if any, left. We also made a house-to-house search for arms and
collected three wagonloads, mostly old.

"Our Kaiser is as safe here now as he would be anywhere in Germany. We
know every one who arrives and leaves town. It seems impossible for a
spy to slip in and still more to slip out again through the lines--but
we are always on the watch for the impossible. The fear of spies is not
a delusion or a form of madness, as you suggest. Here is one case of my
personal knowledge: A German Boy Scout of 16, who had learned to speak
French and English perfectly at school, volunteered his services and was
attached to the staff of an army corps. This young chap succeeded in
slipping into Rheims, where he was able to locate the positions of the
French batteries and machine guns, and make his way ba