‘I will wire to the Ambassador to expect you,’ called out the Kaiser.
‘Pardon me, your Majesty has done so already.’
‘How?’
‘I also passed five minutes alone in the room of Herr Zeiss,’ I
explained.
In the years which have elapsed since this celebrated episode,
Wilhelm II. has left no means untried to convince the British people
of his friendly sentiments towards them. It is as a service to his
Imperial Majesty, though without authority from him, that I now
venture to lift the veil from the most astounding transaction in the
annals of even Muscovite diplomacy.