It said I must return to Brussels by way of Ath, Enghien, Hal, and that I must report to the military governor on the 26th or "be treated as a spy"-- "so wird er als Spion behandelt." The pass, literally translated, reads: "The American reporter Davis must at once return to Brussels via Ath, Enghien, Hal, and report to the government at the latest on August 26th.

If he is met on any other road, or after the 26th of August, he will be handled as a spy.

Automobiles returning to Brussels, if they can unite it with their duty, can carry him." "CHIEF OF GENERAL STAFF." "VON GREGOR, Lieutenant-Colonel." Fearing my military education was not sufficient to enable me to appreciate this, for the last time Rupert stuck his forefinger in my stomach and repeated cheerfully: "And you know what that means.
And you will start," he added, with a most charming smile, "in three hours." He was determined to have his grilled bone.
"At three in the morning!" I cried.

"You might as well take me out and shoot me now!" "You will start in three hours," he repeated.
"A man wandering around at that hour," I protested, "wouldn't live five minutes.

It can't be done.