were obliged to pay “special” prices. The second evening at Aleppo we chose a more respectable restaurant, where, curiously enough, as we were about to pay our bill, we were informed that it was free! We could not understand this most extraordinary and impossible situation in Turkey, until an old Turkish officer, well in his cups, stepped forward, his face wreathed in smiles and explained that we were his guests, and that he disliked every nation under the Sun, including Turks, except the English!
We met many sympathisers in this city who described at length the horrors of the Armenian Massacres, & how the Christians were being daily hunted down and slaughtered in Aleppo; men, women, and not even little children were spared by the sword of the Mohamet – details regarding these I will leave unwritten. With anguish and grief these people would say “My husband has been murdered, my daughter outraged, & my parents scattered to the four winds – When, oh when, are the Russians coming?” I remember a little boy who used to come up to the top of the stairs and clean our boots in the morning, he looked round to see if no one was about and then made the sign of the Cross to show me that he was a Christian,