of stars,’ she cried like a wench....  ‘Worth a great deal of money,’ the deep voice grunted as his hand pressed harder against my windpipe....  ‘Priceless!’ she shrieked.  ’It couldn’t be duplicated for 100,000 rubles; the most gorgeous sapphire in the world!’...  ’Are you sure this man has it?’...  ‘Certainly!’ she insisted; ’didn’t I see that little wasp Kerensky give it to his cousin, and didn’t I see that cousin give it to this man in America?’...  ‘Who is this man?’ he asked, tightening his grip until my tongue hung out....  ’They call him Fox on the west coast of America; but THAT is NOT his name,’ was the last I remember until I found myself lying on the roadside among the hills back yonder....  I certainly DO resemble my brother slightly and am hoping that if he has a sapphire the size mentioned by that hissing vixen he will keep it for the honor and glory of the family of Foxes....  And to think that a few days ago I was falling in love with her at the Metropole!...  If man is a meditating atom, WOMAN must be a premeditating subterfuge!...  I see smoke rising over the hills away to the east....  Yes, it’s the smoke of guns....  I can hear the hoarse roar of heavy artillery to the right and the spitting hollow barking and coughing of lighter pieces on the left and I feel the ground quiver as I write these lines.”

11.  The next entry read: 

“What a somersault has taken place in the general slippery coalitions of these capricious provinces!  Every Potsdammer, a little while ago, was counting on Roumania!...  The breaking up of the confederation of the Balkan States under Russian influence was what the Central Powers required; while the Allies desired a broken Turkey and a strong Balkan federation under Russian sway able to throw a million men into the field against Turkey’s northwestern frontier so as to keep Austria in check and allow an easy glide of forces toward the Dardanelles....  Then Roumania was with the Wilhelmstrasse, and Bulgaria was an ally of the Quay d’Orsay and the Neva, but now the Osmanlian and the Bulgar and his cousin Fritz are in the same bed snoring at the Romans who look greedily toward Transylvania!...  From what I can see I’m sure these Bulgars will be first to give up the ghost, although when I talk to Kovalsky and hear the whine of these Wienfloss Kwabins I feel sure that they will be first to snap for peace!...  I am writing this in a elaborately furnished dugout that has been abandoned by some German officers—­I KNOW this because I found several tubes of Erbswurst tucked in one of the berths.  With a little water I managed to make a good meal which saved my life,—­blessed be the Goths or whoever it was who invented those compressed sausages!”

12.  The next entry:  “I’m becoming worried about the size of this diary ... getting so bulky as to almost prevent concealment in case of capture....  Yet I know a way to prevent detection ... so simple!...  Usually the most elaborate effort at concealment leads to detection while the most obvious and simple will be entirely overlooked....  I’ll try it and if it goes through I’ll patent it!...  SOMEONE IS COMING—­sounds like a dozen auto-trucks!...  No, it’s an aeroplane skirmishing mighty close to my headquarters....  They’ve landed and are coming this way!...  I’ll be READY for them....”