1916 – December 16

Very interesting work cross-examining a Turkish spy captured at the Malakand who pretends he’s a Russian – his Russian is very feeble and I’m afraid he’ll be shot.

1915 – August 25

Well we’re well through the worst of the hot weather now, but still no rain. The Bunerwals seem to have dispersed and the big gathering of Swatis towards the Malakand is breaking up – things look a little quieter. On the table we still have Dianthus and Verbena – wonderful how they last through this heat.