That night sixteen went through the tunnel. Bingham and
two or three others were captured almost immediately. The others made their way to a small wood on the Baltic shore near Rostock. Here a yacht flying a particular
burgee awaited them. When the only German speaking member of the group went to make contact he found the harbour cordoned
off and was arrested when he attempted to gain entry. They sent a second to try
to get supplies but he too was caught. Cold and hunger eventually made them give themselves up.
The
Kriegsministerium in Berlin were incensed by the escapes and instituted a harsher regime in the camp. The guards were no longer as amenable and
life was full of privations and reprisals.
One morning the pilot sought out Conrad. Anxiously he enquired what had
been done with the letter Conrad had written the night before. It had been posted. The
censor he was told now had a fumigating box which would reveal the secret message Conrad would be facing a firing squad as
a spy. The letter must be retrieved at all cost. Conrad caught the censor on his way to luncheon.
"Going for lunch Herr Censor?"
"Jawohl"
"Would you care for a can of butter for your bread?" asked Conrad amiably.
"Ja I agzept mit bleasure." op.cit
The food parcels were held in the censor's office. He opened
the door allowing Conrad into the room with the fumigating cupboard. There on a clip hung the letter. As the censor retrieved
Conrad's parcel in a flash the letter was removed.
"Und here is your box, Herr kapitain. You have just one
can of butter left."
You are entirely welcome to it Herr Censor." said Conrad
smiling warmly.
But soon things were to change and all POW's were interned
in neutral countries. Conrad was sent to Holland where he remained until the Armistice in 1918.