CHAPTER   XVII

An indiscretion—Nightmare motoring—How a news
"beat" was lost—The armistice signed—Home
for Christmas—Bills—Jettisoned baggage—Work
of the British Red Cross Society—Photographers'
adventures—A last view of Constantinople—
Nazim's  farewell—The hills of Thrace.

It only remained for us to get back to
Constantinople with all possible speed.
With good fortune we might well be
first with the news of the armistice, and
we had the certain knowledge that our
photographs would have considerable
value. But at the last minute I nearly
ruined everything. I was keeping up
a limping conversation with a staff
officer whose knowledge of English was
nearly as   poor   as   my   own   knowledge

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