Saturday May 11th.
Brought out mysteriously one by one and catechised by an interpreter (It needs a nice discrimination to decide what questions to answer and what not to answer. It is manifestly absurd to irritate the man by refusing to answer such questions as <What H.P. had your engine?> when the machine is in their hands, while equally certainly you’re not going to give away any information of real value).
2 p.m. Sent to the main Karlsruhe camp. French colonels and majors. Serbian. Italian majors. Three of our own Brigadiers &c. Grub still average. Library. This place is too good to stop in for long.