The Gentleman from Louisiana addressed the meeting briefly, saying

that he had brought to the hearing three distinguished specialists in

the matter of wild beasts, Dr. Irwin of the Bureau of Plant Industry,

Major Frederic Russell Burnham, a fine old pioneer whom Richard Harding

Davis did describe in his “Real Soldiers of Fortune,” and “Captain

Fritz Duquesne, formerly in the Boer army, who is lecturing and writing

on this subject....” Dr. Irwin spoke earnestly for the introduction

of the hippo, Major Burnham made an absorbing address on the habits

of wild animals he had known--and a herd of camels he once pursued in

Texas--and our bright and voluble Captain Fritz then told the committee

extraordinary things of the home of the hippopotamus, the delicacy of

its flesh, the amiability of its temperament, and the carelessness

of its appetite. “During my boyhood,” he said at one stage of the

proceedings, “the French soap manufacturers used to come down there

and pay us all sorts of prices, competing with one another, to get the

fat of the hippopotamus; and we made a considerable amount of money

from saving the fat when we killed a hippo. The Boers were in the habit

of going down to the river and killing a hippo and bringing it in and

dividing it among the different families in the district. It is pretty

hard to get rid of four and a half tons of meat. In the case of the

bones of the animal, we would take an ordinary wood saw and saw them

in halves, and make a great big pot of soup for a large number of the

people, including the Kaffir servants on the ranch, or the farm, as we

call it.” Again: “My father was instrumental in sending the camel to

Australia from Africa, and also in introducing it into the Kalahari

desert. The German Government now uses the camel exclusively for its

cavalry in the Kalahari desert, which is practically the counterpart of

the deserts in this country. My father had the contract to take them

over to Australia for the West Australian Government and I took them

over there. To-day camels and ostriches from Africa are being raised in

Australia.”

Mr. Chapman asked: “Do you think animals such as you have mentioned

would become acclimated here without difficulty?” Duquesne replied:

“Yes, I was over there recently in one place where Colonel Roosevelt

passed through, and the frost was that thick (indicating about one

inch). That is where he went to get some of his best animals....” In

discussing the zebra he said: “There is nothing wrong with the animal.

The English in Africa want to get percentage, you know. They put an

animal out and they want to break it in right away, and they want to

get some money for it right on the spot. That is what they are in

Africa for. They want to take on the animals and break them in at

once. The Germans are more scientific than the English. In German East

Africa they are making a great success of domesticating these animals

I have spoken of, and crossing the zebra.... The Germans in Germany,

France, and Belgium, not to mention those in the United States, tried

scientifically to make the leopard change his spots, too.”

The man really exhibited an unusual acquaintance with wild beasts, and

he summed up the picturesque argument for the bill when he said: “If

there is vegetation in a river, the hippopotamus will never leave the

river. If you had the hippopotamus in Louisiana and it ate up all your

water plants you would be quite willing to let the hippo live down

there. You see the water plants have to live on a certain amount of

air, and the fish live on a certain amount of air. Neither the plant

nor the fish can live on air that is not there. As the plant is the

stronger, and is able to take the air from above, it will draw it at

the bottom and draw it from the top, and the fish is suffocated in the

water. Then when a storm comes and blows the water plants, which are

floating, all to one side, the fish are netted up against them and kept

in one place until they die. These plants exhaust the air in the water

that is passing through the fishes’ gills and that destroys the fish.”

I wish there were space here to reproduce all the proceedings of that

hearing--it is historic vaudeville: a German spy teaching a class of

American congressmen about the hippo, and suggesting subtly that when

they purchase a fleet of the great beasts for the Louisiana bayous,

they let him round them up. He would have done it if there had been

American money in it.

[Illustration: 1. Fritz Duquesne as a War Correspondent

2. Duquesne as a Boer Soldier

3. From Duquesne’s Press Notices

4. As a British Prisoner of War

5. A Prisoner’s Bank Note Found in Duquesne’s Effects]

American money appeared from another source, however, in 1911. Duquesne

had been working in a desultory way for the moving pictures, and he

interested one Hite, a functionary in the Thanhouser Film Company, in

a plan to explore Central America with a moving-picture camera. Ashton

said he also obtained financial support from Frank Seiberling of the

Goodyear Rubber Company of Akron, a great patron of sports, and the

financier of the ill-fated balloon “Akron” in which Walter Wellman once

tried to cross the Atlantic. He set sail in 1911 for Jamaica, where he

enlisted the finances of his father-in-law, Wortley, in the project,

and then moved on to Guatemala. There he was suspected of revolutionary

activities, and after cabling Washington and receiving a satisfactory

report from the state department, he was released, and made his way

through Honduras to Nicaragua. There he spent some time, and saw

something of O’Connell, the railroad man--enough to receive a pass

over all lines of the Nicaraguan railroad.

In 1913 he returned to the United States. Among the papers which we

discovered was a record of an insurance policy for a maximum of $80,000

worth of moving picture film at $4 a foot, which Duquesne took out

with the Mannheim Insurance Company in New York on December 17. He was

setting out on another expedition, and he wished to insure his reels of

film on shipboard from

“seas, fires, pirates, rovers, assailing thieves, jettison,

barratry of the master and mariners, and all other perils,

losses and misfortunes that have or shall come to the hurt,

detriment or damage of the said goods and merchandise or any

part thereof.”

By a separate certificate the company also insured Duquesne against

further risk, thus:

“It is agreed that this insurance covers only the risk of

capture, seizure or destruction by men-of-war, by letters of

marque, by taking at sea, arrests, restraints, detainments

or acts of kings, princes and people authorized by and in

prosecution of hostilities between belligerent nations....”

and off to the Spanish Main and the pirates and the assailing thieves

sailed Fritz Duquesne.

His migrations during the years of 1914 and 1915 are not clear. This

much is certain: that on June 16, 1915, Sir C. Mallet, the British

minister at Panama, wrote to the foreign office in London the following

note, setting forth an observation he had made that day in the Zone:

“Through a Canal Zone detective I learnt confidentially that a

passenger named Captain F. Duquesne, travelling with a passport issued

by the United States Consul at Mañaos, Brazil, had embarked for

Trinidad on the R. M. S. _Panama_ on the 14th instant.

“My informant stated that Captain Duquesne poses as an American officer

but in reality is an intelligence officer in the service of the German

Government.

“I have warned the Governor of Trinidad by telegraph so that a watch

may be kept on Captain Duquesne’s movements.”

The wily captain had been cruising rather busily through the Caribbean,

over the Isthmus, and into South America. His passport connected him

with Mañaos, the British message established his presence at Panama

and Trinidad, a German war communiqué dated “December 20,” and signed

by the German consul, Lehmann, in Guatemala, showed that he was an

acceptable guest at the outposts of the German Empire. And he had

visited Nicaragua before he entered Panama in 1915, for we found in his

possession this letter:

“Managua, May 5, 1915.

“Imperial German Consulate

for Nicaragua:

“It is a pleasure for me to recommend to you, my countrymen,

the bearer of this, Mr. Fritz Duquesne, Captain of Engineers to

the Boer army, very warmly.

“The same gentleman has on many occasions given many notable

services to our good German cause.

“The Imperial German Consul,

“UEBERSEXIG.”

Enclosed in the envelope was Uebersexig’s personal card, reinforcing

his recommendation of Duquesne as an accredited German agent.

Trinidad is a good jumping-off place into the far tropics, and it

is quite possible that as Ashton said Duquesne disappeared into the

interior of Brazil, and “explored the unknown regions of Brazil and

the Amazon.” It is not hard to find unknown regions of Brazil within

a few miles of the coast. He probably did not penetrate far into the

interior, for in January of 1916, he showed up in lower Brazil.

He emerged from the interior as a valiant explorer, preceded by native

carriers whom he had hired to transport his precious movie-film. As

he approached the port of Bahia Duquesne’s personality underwent a

perceptible change. Duquesne suddenly became George Fordham. Among his

papers we found an application for shipment by a Brazilian broker which

read as follows:

“Honorable Superintendent.

“Francisco Figuerado requests a permit to ship for New York

via steamer _Verdi_ to sail on January 28, 1916, a case as

described below:

“Bahia, January 27, 1916.

“Raul E. de Oliveira, Custom House Broker.

“1 case weighing 80 kilos 00$500

“One case of potter’s earth in dust (samples)”

Potter’s earth may have been included in the materials in the case,

but that is doubtful, for on October 4, 1916, “Mrs. Alice Duquesne

being duly sworn deposes and says that she accompanied her husband,

Captain Fritz Duquesne, during his trip through Central America in the

Spring and Summer of 1914. That in the baggage was an iron trunk used

to carry moving picture films and negatives which she presumes to be

the same trunk that was subsequently shipped by Capt. Duquesne per

the S. S. _Tennyson_ from Bahia to New York sailing in January, 1916.

That the said trunk was about ½ inch thick, and made of iron about 45

inches in length by 30 inches in height by 26 inches in depth ... had

a hinged cover that overlapped the sides of same, and fastened down

with two thumb screws and a lock. That two iron bands went around the

trunk and were riveted to same. That the cover was lined with packing

where it overlapped the sides of the trunk. That the said trunk was

of very solid construction, painted a dark green, almost black, and

that two men were required to lift same.” Hardly a suitable receptacle

for potter’s earth. Furthermore, George Fordham, whose handwriting is

identical with that of Fritz Duquesne for the simple reason that the

two men were the same, on February 11 signed an invoice at the American

consulate in Bahia stating that he solemnly and truly declared that

the 28,000 feet of moving picture film and the 4100 negatives which

he was shipping back to the United States were to the best of his

knowledge and belief of the manufacture of the United States and had

been exported from the United States in 1913.

[Illustration:

1. A significant clipping found in Duquesne’s effects

2. A German Communique found on Duquesne

3. The United States Customs invoice by which Duquesne, as

“George Fordham,” shipped his “Films”

]

The _Tennyson_ sailed quietly out of the river-mouth into the Atlantic

and Duquesne vanished just as quietly. On February 26, when the ship

was coasting along the Brazilian forest toward the Equator, a terrific

explosion occurred in her hold, and three sailors were killed. The iron

trunk never reached New York. The news of the catastrophe set fire to

the British in South America and the English press seethed with such

paragraphs as this--which we found in Duquesne’s papers, clipped from

an Argentine newspaper:

“Rio de Janeiro.

“The confession of the clerk Bauer, arrested in connection

with the _Tennyson_ outrage, which led to the discovery of the

papers and funds of the band of German bombers in an English

safe deposit institution reveals a plot of far-reaching

consequences fraught with danger to the neutrality of a number

of South American republics, as well as peril to the lives of

their citizens.

“Besides a number of important documents, the police seized

$6,740 in American bills, which were in an envelope marked

‘On His Majesty’s Service’ and addressed: ‘Piet Naciud.’

When this name was published it caused quite a shock in the

Allied circles here, as this man always cultivated their

society and even recited at their benefits. He was ever loud

in his denunciations of the Germans, and as he was a Boer,

or pretended to be one, was doubly liked for his seemingly

praiseworthy attitude. Little did the English dream that they

were harbouring a black-hearted spy in their midst whom they

now know as one of the leading plotters whose audacity is

beyond belief. The safe deposit was in his own name, and he

gave his home address as Cape Town. Neither he nor the agent

Niewirth and his fellow conspirators have yet been arrested. It

is believed that they left with Naciud in a powerful motorboat

that he owned.”

How Captain Fritz Duquesne, alias Fordham, alias Naciud, must have

chuckled as he sat safely in the neutral Argentine and read this

flattering tribute to his audacity. For he did turn up presently

in Buenos Aires, and embarked on a new audacity--nothing less than

collecting the insurance of $80,000 for the loss of the film which he

claimed to have shipped in the iron box!

Let Ashton take up the story:

“... his wife ... tried to collect the insurance, but was advised

that she would have better chances ... if he would disappear. He

then assumed the name of Fredericks. In 1916 a report was published

in the New York _Evening Post_ and the New York _Times_ that he had

been assassinated by Indians in the interior of Bolivia, and being

interested I called at the office of the N. Y. _Post_ and asked Mr.

A. D. H. Smith, editor, to look this report up, and he found that

the report came from the Associated Press, the same being signed

‘Fredericks.’ They also had a cablegram signed, ‘Captain Duquesne,’ and

it said: ‘I am still alive.’ The report also said that he was the sole

survivor of an attack from the Indians and that he was somewhere in

Bolivia recovering in a hospital, the location being unknown. He sent

the message signed ‘Fredericks’ himself from Buenos Aires.

“He then became connected with the Board of Education of the Argentine,

supplying films for the schools, and a certain politician in Buenos

Aires claims he gave him $24,000 with which to purchase films (certain

educational films). He claims to have come to New York with a man named

Williamson and purchased the films, paying $24,000 in cash.”

Mrs. Duquesne was already in New York, having a hard time collecting

her claim against the German-owned Mannheim Insurance Company for the

“sympathy verdict” for damage to the films. He stored the new films

he claims to have purchased in the Fulton and Flatbush Warehouse, 437

Carlton Avenue, Brooklyn--stored them as “statuary,” and used to visit

the warehouse frequently. On one occasion he arrived after hours, and

tried unsuccessfully to bribe the watchman to admit him. He moved to

a small hotel in Elizabeth, New Jersey, and about two weeks after the

storage of the cases of “statuary” in the Brooklyn warehouse, the

warehouse mysteriously caught fire.

By a queer coincidence the “films”--Duquesne has never proved that he

did buy them--which of course were destroyed in this fire too, had been

insured by their purchaser, “Mr. Frederick Fredericks,” for $33,000 by

the Stuyvesant Insurance Company, and he set out to collect the $33,000

for the total loss of his property. If both claims proved successful,

he and his wife would have gathered in some $113,000. But they found it

one thing to be insured and another thing entirely to get the money.

Times were not treating Duquesne well.

Along in July, 1917, when the United States was in the throes of

buckling down to the business of war, and Washington was sweltering

under its increased load of war-time population and business, Ashton,

Duquesne’s old friend, happened to have business in the capital. He

dropped in to call on Robert F. Broussard, of New Iberia, Louisiana,

who in 1915 had been elected senator from this state ... the same

Broussard who had been the author of the hippopotamus bill. Ashton

asked the United States Senator from Louisiana if he had heard from

Captain Duquesne. Ashton continues: “his secretary overheard the

conversation (his secretary is a charming young lady) and I took her

out to dinner, and about five days later she wrote me and said, ‘You

may be interested to know that Captain Duquesne is in Washington, but

does not want it known.’ I immediately became interested and concluded

that if Captain Duquesne was in Washington and did not want it known,

especially to me, I ... would investigate. So I went to Washington ...”

and learned something of Duquesne’s whereabouts and circumstances.

“After hearing this story in Washington,” Ashton continues, “I learned

that this man was in desperate need of assistance and I offered to

help him in any way that I could.... Senator Broussard was trying to

secure a position for him with General Goethals,... also at this time

he had plans on file with the Secretary of the Navy, of an invention

to destroy mines in harbors, and was hoping that he might secure a

position with the Navy Department. I had been offered a position

with George Creel, and I also introduced Duquesne to him, and I then

got in touch with Major Kendall Barnelli. I advised him to listen to

Duquesne and to give him a position. I also advised Barnelli that I was

investigating Duquesne’s story.”

Damon Ashton then brought Pythias Duquesne back to New York and put him

up in the apartment in which the Bomb Squad men had first been called

to investigate the theft of papers. Duquesne begged his friend not

to make him known under his own name, as the insurance case for the

warehouse fire was still pending. So Duquesne continued to masquerade

as “Fredericks.” His health was poor, and he did not go to work at

once. At times Ashton’s charity seemed to irk Duquesne, and he even

went to the telephone and called up an agency to discuss a lecture

tour. The lecture agents told him that only war lectures were making

money. There was a real inspiration, and after working for several

days to assemble a uniform of the West Australia Light Horse, correct

in every detail, he dressed up in it and called at the lecture bureau

as Captain Claude Staughton. His Australian experience as chaperone

to the camels stood him in good stead, and he went about town mixing

with British Army officers without arousing suspicion. He even got on

famously with the late Sir George Reed, prime minister of Australia,

whom he met one night at the Hotel Astor.

The Pond lecture folk took him up and arranged a tour for him.

Consciously or unconsciously, they swallowed Duquesne whole. They

had him photographed in his new uniform, with the ribbons of three

decorations over his heart, and they reproduced the natty figure on the

cover of a publicity folder announcing the subjects on which Captain

Claude Staughton was prepared to talk. “Captain Staughton,” read the

folder, “has perhaps seen more of the war than any man at present

before the public.... He wears ribbons showing that he has received

five medals: two of these the King’s and Queen’s for service in the

Boer war, carrying seven clasps; one is for service in Natal, and two

for bravery in saving lives. A sixth French medal for which he has been

cited is yet to be awarded. At the outbreak of the Boer war, Captain,

then Lieutenant, Staughton, was an officer in one of Australia’s crack

horse regiments, the Mounted Rifles. He went with his regiment to

Africa, and served in Cape Colony, Orange Free State, Transvaal, Natal

and Basuto Land. He was with Kitchener at the Battle of Paardeburg when

General Cronje was captured; was with Lord Roberts at the Capture of

Bloemfontein; at the fall of Johannesburg and the seizure of Pretoria.

Later, in pursuit of DeWet’s army, he was attached to General Knox’s

flying column as intelligence officer and commandeering officer for

the Australian Bushmen. He later entered the Cape forces and took

active part in the clearing up of Basuto Land, and in the last Natal

insurrection he fought with the Natal forces.”

That is a mere fragment of the fighting in which this eulogy proceeded

to sketch Captain Staughton’s modest part. New Guinea, Gallipoli,

Flanders, the Somme, Arras (illustrated by motion pictures), four

times gassed, three times bayoneted, once pronged by a German

trench-hook--those were the high lights of the career which, the folder

assured the public, had finally brought him face to face with the most

fearless lecture audience in the world--the United States. He would be

pleased to lecture on the story of the Anzacs, underground warfare--or,

on “German Spy Methods,” of which “he had learned much in Egypt.”

One of the sub-topics in this lecture on German spy methods was this:

“Germany pays nothing for its spying on us.--We pay it all.--How long

will we stand it?”

Well, we stood it for a long time--too long a time by half. But

not long enough to permit Captain Staughton to lecture before many

audiences, nor to ask this question too frequently. He gulled a few

suburban Sunday schools, but his arrest put an end at least to his

attempt to pick up a bit of odd change by collecting insurance.

For the steamship _Tennyson_ was British territory, and, as this is

written, the report comes that this picturesque charlatan is going back

across the Atlantic, to be tried for the murder of a British sailor. So

begins the last chapter in the story of Fritz Duquesne.

X

THE PRUSSIAN, THE BOLSHEVIK, AND THE ANARCHIST

We caught a glimpse, in the chapter describing the attempt to wreck St.

Patrick’s Cathedral, of the peace-time game of the anarchist group;

we looked into their meeting places and their disorderly minds; and

those of us who are familiar with the localities which were their

haunts in New York City will have been enabled to visualize with some

clearness the squalid surroundings in which they worked. War gave

them new opportunities, and possibly a few high-lights which the Bomb

Squad caught of the anarchist, I. W. W., and Russian activities since

1914 may prove to be readable. If they are readable the author should

be content, but he will not be unless he has put before his people

something which may serve as a warning for the period of readjustment

which the end of war has opened.

An anarchist publication appeared in New York, dated November 15, 1918,

four days after Germany had signed the armistice, with this legend on

its front page, in large type:

“The War Is Dead: Long Live the Revolution!”

It reflects the joyful frame of mind with which orthodox anarchists

received the news of peace, and hailed the beginning of what they

thought would be unrestrained guerilla warfare on law and class. They

had done very little to help the war, and their two chief figures, Emma

Goldman and Alexander Berkman, were in prison for obstructing the draft

of America’s army. Yet the anarchists as a class were extremely happy.

Let us review some of the reasons why.

On October 25, 1915, Har Dayal, who had fled at the outbreak of war to

the protection of Berlin, where he was placed in charge of the Indian

Nationalist Committee, wrote from Amsterdam, Holland, to Alexander

Berkman in New York. The letter follows:

“Dear Comrade:

“I am well and busy and sad. Can you send me some earnest and

sincere comrades, men and women, who would like to help our

Indian revolutionary movement in some way or other? I need the

coöperation of very earnest comrades. Perhaps you can find

them in New York or at Paterson. They should be real fighters,

I. W. W.’s or anarchists. Our Indian party will make all

necessary arrangements.

“If some comrades wish to come, they should come to Holland. We

have a centre in Amsterdam, and Dutch comrades are working with

us. If some comrades are ready to come, please telegraph me

from New York to the following address:

“‘Israel Aaronson, c/o Madame Kercher,

“‘116 Oude Scheveningerweg,

“‘Scheveningen, Holland.’

“My assumed name is ‘Israel Aaronson.’ Kindly don’t

telegraph in your own name. The word ‘yes’ will suffice. The

Rotterdam-Amerika Line will receive instructions from us here

to give tickets, etc., to as many persons as you recommend. All

financial arrangements will be made by our party.

“News from India is good. We have lost (?) some very brave

comrades in the recent skirmishes.

“It would be better if you could intimate in your telegram how

many comrades wish to come. For instance, put the number in

some sentence. I shall understand, e. g., Five months’ holiday

coming. Etc., etc.

“The need for the services of comrades is urgent. Please do

come to our help. We are fighting against heavy odds.

“With love and respect.

“Your for the Fight,

“HAR DAYAL.”

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