All went well, and I hurried back to my sister triumphant.
The Chester was to sail in two days, but while we were waiting, the alarming news came that the American Consul had been advised that the British Government refused to permit the landing of the refugees in Egypt and that the departure of the Chester was indefinitely postponed.
With a sinking at my heart I rushed up to the American Consulate for details and there learned that the U.S.S.Des Moines was to sail in a few hours for Rhodes with Italian and Greek refugees and that I could go on her if I wished.

In a few minutes I had my permit changed for the trip on the Des Moines and I hurried home to my sister.

We hastily got together the few belongings we were to take with us, jumped into a carriage, and drove to the harbor.
We had still another ordeal to go through.

My sister was taken into a private room and thoroughly searched; so was I.Nobody could leave the country with more than twenty-five dollars in cash on his person.

Our baggage was carefully overhauled.