After having placed sentries at all the entrances, the rest of the squad rushed upstairs. Mr. Andrews was in his office at the time, and when the police announced that they had come to search the place Mr. Andrews told them that they, were at perfect liberty to do so. Everything in the place was subjected to rigorous scrutiny and from the safes down to the drawers of the different desks, each and every de-cement, picture, memo, Dill and stock list were meticulously examined. The officials were on the spoor of photographs, but failed to discover anything "incriminating." A personal letter of Miss Hoffmann's, secretary to Mr. Andrews, in the course of which a lady friend hoped she had "enjoyed the motor-trip to Misaki" which is near the Japanese naval port of Yokohama was seized. "That was all, the "evidence" the dramatic and apparently carefully-planned raid elicited.
Mr. Andrews was then requested to accompany the police and, on the way to his home, an interpreter volunteered the information that Mr. Andrews would perhaps like to know what offence was preferred against him. "I should very much like to," responded Mr. Andrews. "You are charged with being an American spy," was the reply. Silence prevailed the rest of the way while the cars rolled on towards the home of Mr. Andrews. The augmented force of raiders, now numbering 18, dashed into the Andrews homme. There had been a little rain and Tokio's disgraceful streets took on their normal garb of muddy sloppishness. In_ their dirty beots, the Police went all over the house, leaving lumps of mud and cakes of moist earth to mark their trail. Into the parlour,-the bed-rooms, the garage, the kitchen—they tramped everywhere. Cupboards were ransacked, clothes strewn about the floor including those of Mrs. Andrews, letters examined and covers of books prized open to discover the alleged offending photographs. Mrs: Andrews was not at home during the raid. When she returned, she found the places in an uproar, the house upside down and some of her best clothes and carpets ruined. The police took away a couple of albums of photographs chiefly of friends of Mr. and Mrs. Andrews and some letters which, as they had British commander.—Reuter. been received during the war, had portions deleted by the censor. They looked "'suspicious'—to the police and were taken away as "evidence." Obviously, the search had not been productive of the results hoped for, as Mr. Andrews: was once again asked if he had any more photographs. "You have taken all the photographs my wife and I possess in the world," he replied.
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