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I am sorry that it has been necessary to confiscate my Gladstone bag,
as it contains my linen and toilet requisites.
Certainly my bath sponge is not an explosive.
The programme of _Cheer, Boys, Cheer_, which is said to have been found
in my bag, is of no political significance.
It certainly was not intended to create a riot at Moscow.
It surely is unnecessary to cover me with chains.
I really must protest against being detained in a dungeon three feet
square, in lieu of occupying a comfortable room in the hotel _au
troisième_.
It seems to me harsh treatment to deprive me of all my goods and
chattels, and then refuse to allow me to communicate with the British
Ambassador.
Well, of course, if I must go I must, and I suppose I ought to thank
you for securing my ticket.
But surely you have made a mistake. I wished a ticket for Hampstead.
Very sorry that you should tell me that _you_ are right----from this I
gather I am booked (without appeal) to Siberia!